Just gonna use this as a place for rough thoughts on things--star ratings are purely polemical and no word is final.

1945
One of the great arguments for the primacy of mise-en-scène, this, able to barrel through a whole lot of phooey about dreams & symbolism & other psychobabble into becoming a great film by sheer force of ion & blunt emotional-psychological vibrations given via actors & camera & cuts. Proto-Psycho (1960) stuff? -- Gregory Peck, razor in hand, slim triangular face gone blank & dangerous, reminds one of nothing else than Anthony Perkins