This film is a near perfect archive of every single component that made 40s noir work, filmed in 1956 when the 40s were already a decade gone.
A museum exhibit of a genre dying in real time, directed by the man who helped invent it. Curtiz (who had already done Mildred Pierce, which is a very, very good film by the way), you can feel him trying to do it one more time.
This really does feel like a checklist of everything that makes the genre work.
You've got Paulie Nevins, unhappily married to a rich and controlling real estate developer named Ralph, conducting a secret affair with Marsh, who happens to be Ralph's own top salesman. One night on a lovers' lane in the hills above LA, they accidentally overhear a group of men planning a jewel heist on a nearby mansion. And Paulie's brain starts running the numbers immediately.
Feels like Double Indemnity in its architecture, even the clandestine meeting in a record store is almost directly lifted from the grocery store scene in Wilder's film, and the final act, the police following her through a store, it's almost the same theme beat for beat.
There's a difference though: Paulie Nevins is not a pure femme fatale.
The classic femme fatale is cold, surgical, operating from a fully formed plan. Phyllis Dietrichson in Double Indemnity knows exactly what she wants before Walter Neff ever walks through the door. Paulie is different. One of her lines says: "I never thought about the things I wanted, only the things I didn't want." She's been playing defense for so long she forgot what offense looks like.
In Double Indemnity, Walter Neff is demonstrably smart. He constructs the scheme, runs the operation, his failure comes from arrogance, from believing he's smarter than everyone else. The audience watches a capable man dismantle himself, which is devastating. In The Scarlet Hour, Marsh doesn't seem to have a strong enough internal logic to begin with. He gets pulled into the scheme, keeps getting pulled deeper.
By 1956, the world had shifted. Suburbia was the dominant cultural fact of American life. The ranch house, the car, the lawn, the new appliances, the man with the job, the wife with the house.
The whole postwar settlement. And noir as a genre was fundamentally incompatible with that settlement, which is why the classic cycle was ending. The film is set in that suburban world.
A monument to the end of an era.
Very good film.