Like all good noir, it manages to get underneath your skin, twist up your guts, and then finished with an ice pick right to the heart. It is the ultimate Characters Get What They Need, Not What They Want genre, I think. At least, when it’s done right, as this does. Note that they don’t get what they necessarily deserve.

Dressing it up in super heroes is still as satisfying as ever too. There’s generally no room for nuanced morality in them, let alone taking it to noir country, where no one is Good at all. Mostly, it’s an exercise in unforeseen consequences and finding a way to live with yourself. Which, you would think super heroes would do a little more often, frankly.