Fast money, faster fists.
Slugging it out with rivals in the ring and slime-dripping hustlers out of it, John Garfield faces a crisis of conscience in one of the best boxing flicks to hit movie screens.
Shot in smoky black and white by cinematographer James Wong Howe, our hero, a mass of cuts, welts, and hurt pride, staggers ever forward against forces which would crush him without a second thought.
Like Raging Bull years later, Body and Soul is a relentless study of a man only at peace when he’s brawling.
And, even then, the peace is a tenuous one.