It's filthy down to its core. I got the creeps from the shadows darting across the walls, the characters' perfectly toned amorality, and the way everyone crossed the border to do what they couldn't get away with in their own country. Everything outside Heston and Leigh is tainted by a skulking evil. Welles shows the border towns like they were the narrow strip of land between me and Old Man Grover's property. Neither of us is really sure whose responsible for cleaning it, and that bastard wouldn't ever do anything to benefit me, so he lets it get overgrown and littered.
Every scene is in place and moves the story forward.
It'll Do Lounge, worked as hard as it could to keep up. Welles is fucking fantastic in the film, even at 800 or 900 pounds. His fat ass is a genuine plus, because he's this hulking mass that lingers in every scene. His clothes are disheveled and he hasn't shaved, but his eyes are bright and his mind goes a million miles a minute. He scares the shit out of everyone not because he might sit on them, but because he's way ahead of them.