Criss cross (1949)

It's Sunday and I watch a movie that is completely nonsensical but not boring to the extent that I wouldn't finish it. I've never heard of Robert Siodmack. Apparently, he's the one to blame for the run-of-the-mill thriller Criss Cross. There are two good things about this movie. There is a scene during the first half of the movie that takes place in a bar. A jazz band is jamming. They are playing really good, driven stuff. Our hero is standing away from the dancing crowd. He looks at the girl he was once married to. She sits alone at a table. That's a great scene. The other good thing is the end. Usually, a cynical movie paves way for an ending that softens some of the hard edges of the film. This one doesn't. And, wait a minute, Burt Lancaster is not bad.