Dir. Tay Garnett (1946).
It’s more MGM than James M. Cain, but Tay Garnett’s overly polite adaptation of the archetypal adultery-murder meller can boast a hot couple of studio stars in Lana Turner and John Garfield.
“His cheeks, colored by a network of ruptured blood vessels, were formed by a coalescence of hanging globules, beneath which the double fold of his chin melted into his neck. And his skull was strung with cords of fat.”