An entertaining, brawny noir that deserves to be better-known and better-regarded. A wobbly script (by Lawrence Marcus and John Meredyth Lucas, from a story by Marcus) that gets wobblier as it rounds the home stretch is redeemed considerably by director Dieterle’s inventiveness and zeal, Victor Milner’s cinematography, and a stacked cast, led by future superstar Charlton Heston, who makes a surprisingly convincing disaffected lout, equal parts cocksure and self-loathing. This is nearly the High Noon of noirs, a display case of surefire genre devices and attitudes, the look of B- rendered by a wealthy studio’s A-team. But it’s a lot of fun, and when it gets bored with one town, it heads to another.