Sunset Boulevard is probably my favorite Noir film but this, this is a very close 2nd. You can almost feel how bleak, cold, and dark Vienna is during the film. The directors choice of filming many empty streets and landscapes gives the impression that it's impossible to run or hide. Welles runs though the streets like an apparition, a ghost hiding among the long shadows and straddling his own moral line between night and day. No way this film could have been made in color as so much of it relies on the black and white to portray the mood. It's a cinematic triumph and so easy to see why it's a classic.

This is a movie of numerous suspicious stares...

Cinema like this is sorely missed nowadays.

Visual filmmaking at its finest