This one’s rather unrelentingly bleak, even by noir standards. I love the reworking of the Cain and Abel myth and that the relationship between the two brothers remains the central focus of the film to the end. John Garfield is frequently framed in isolation and from a distorted perspective that accentuates his existential angst. Never has the city of New York seemed so empty as the camera captures him dwarfed in wide shots of this urban landscape. I also love the cadence of the voiceover and the way it often complements and even contradicts what we the images convey. The whole thing feels simultaneously literary as well as painterly.