Small town amorality. Femme fatales that you just can’t shake off. Worrisome cops who seem to be able to read the perfect heist and finger you. Blackmailers lining up to get a piece of the money that you buried. Alibis that come with a price. Blind men who can hear you. Money just sitting there in a bank waiting to be taken. The twists pile up. Greed, lusts and even a few moments of tenderness. A man fenced in on all sides. What more can you want out of a noir? Hell hath no fury.