lauren *:･ﾟ✧’s review published on Letterboxd:
one of my favourite openings of a film, ever. what could make you more intrigued, more hooked, than hearing: “i killed him for money and for a woman. i didn't get the money... and i didn't get the woman.” fred macmurray and barbara stanwyck are just gloriously quick-witted, toxically codependent, fixed on their desires and ambitions, navigating conspiracy and suspicion and doubt. the dialogue remains memorable, but something i particularly noticed on this rewatch was how they physically interact with one another, how they are choreographed — whether standing slightly too close together for civil conversation, weaving between aisles at a market for surreptitious plotting, or walter towering above phyllis as she smokes bitterly in a chair. so many details to pull apart and linger on.