My first Fleischer, and it's completely next level stuff already in his early B noir phase (hellooo 70 minutes). Especially fun to watch it's scrappy camera-kicking fight scene (that probably coulda been made the day before last) after having recently seen an unknowing homage and/or modern equivalent in The Commuter. Add it to the train movie canon baby
What cults wish they were made of. Complete with Kurt Russell's humbling portrayal of an eternally wandering soul. In a world where knives win in gun fights and there isn't a problem kung fu can't solve, the orients reign supreme. Don't let the macho man on the cover fool you, he's just the sidekick.