The double standards of a well-heeled adman are examined in this sardonic story. An adulterous tryst atop Mulholland Drive is interrupted by a thief with a switchblade; but when the victims turn the tables on this proletarian felon, their concern is less with handing him over to official justice than with concealing their canoodling. The executive doesn't blanch at murder, and the cops don't seem too bothered that a man has been killed; but there's a sting in the tail-end which suggests that a suspicious wife can be more trouble than a mugger. Joseph Cotten, as the adman, could fit snugly into an episode of Mad Men.





