Gilda is perhaps the most polished of film noirs; the lacquered camerawork of cinematographer Rudolph Maté seems to fix forever this vision of a world permeated by corruption and cynicism—a vision so thorough that it almost transcends the bounds of the genre. These jaundiced elements converge on the figure of Gilda (Rita Hayworth), caught in a triangle between her tycoon/casino-owner husband (George Macready) and her ex-lover (Glenn Ford). Her sultry rendition of “Put the Blame on Mame,” while nightclub patrons’ hands reach out for her in the dark, just about says it all, where no one gets anything—even love—for nothing.