Byron Haskin’s I Walk Alone is an incredibly solid, elegantly constructed noir with three stunning performances at its core. It works off the framework of a revenge thriller, but uses that as a springboard to explore much more interesting ideas about the rapid ways in which society changes and leaves some people behind. I especially appreciated the ways it explores the transition many criminals make from illegal to legal enterprises – how the tactics employed in capitalism are very similar to the tactics employed by the underworld, and yet how difficult the transition to white collar crime is for some who is used to things being so cut and dried. Haskin finds moments of pure visual poetry, images etched in the shadows and the subtle camera movements that have continued to linger in my thoughts.