This is a solid film noir, set in 1950's Brooklyn. It's got a great cast and solid acting, but the story itself isn't groundbreaking -- you've probably seen a hundred similar films, as have I. It was a good evening diversion, but I'm certain in a week or two, I won't remember anything at all about it.
This was filmed in such a cold, detached way that it was hard to care about any of the characters -- even Julie. I mean this about a guy who gaslights a girl into apologizing for making him uncomfortable by wanting to discuss the fact he admits to stealing her jewelry. I should feel bad for her, or angry that she is buying into this, (or if I were a jerk in awe of his ability to do this so…