Laraine Day as Nancy is a revelation here, reminding me of Sharon Stone somewhat, in this story of a man who relates the tale of another man who tells of HER history in nested flashbacks, reaching back to 1938, WWII, around 1935, brief childhood scenes around 1925, and back again to 1946. The plot is extremely intriguing and there a couple of sudden wild twists with a climactic, ironic ending. Along the way, occasional striking visual effects convey the (disturbed) state of minds of certain characters including the use of some haunting paintings from artist Norman Clyde (Robert Mitchum). The latter was well suited to his role as the struggling bohemian making his way to patronage among the higher classes. To liven things up even more, there are plenty of varied settings, including London during the Blitz. I thoroughly enjoyed this film and it brought other favorites to mind such as Leave Her to Heaven (1945) and even The Hand That Rocks the Cradle (1992). What gives it a noirish edge is that sense of paranoia, of not knowing who or what to trust, unreliable narrators and one could say that even a hint of femme fatale is present. I highly recommend this!