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Kind of a letdown for a Fritz Lang flick. This curious mixture of noir, gothic romance and psychological thriller has all the hallmarks of a movie the studio execs didn't feel too confident about so it needed to be helped out with unhealthy amounts of the most over-the-top schmaltzy voiceover narration plus a painfully generic, overly dramatic, overpowering score that never shuts the fuck up. In the second half it almost feels like the film is working itself up to something before completely falling apart in the finale when it partakes in an untterly laughable instance of armchair psychology which didn't hold up at all, feeling completely ridiculous in this day and age.