I guess the most delightful Barbara Stanwyck got a little typecast after Double Indemnity. Crime of Passion felt ripped from Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique with a dash of noir so mainstream can once again be assured that female ambition was so aberrant that the natural conclusion is murder. Unfortunately the story feels shoehorned together, and Ms. Stanwyck is the only one that truly shines (OR I’m biased)-her chemistry with her husband felt contrived and unbelievable, but if you can get past that, this movie could work for you.