Vargas, the Mexican head of anti-drug enforcement, doesn’t seem to have chosen well when he decides to start his honeymoon with his beautiful wife in a town on the Mexican-American border. It’s not only that shortly after their arrival a car explodes, killing a local bigwig and his mistress, but as soon as he begins investigating, he crosses paths with local police captain Quinlan. The man looks like a huge, bloated frog, especially in expressive low-angle shots, which Welles employs with other unusual camera angles whose dramatic impact had already been vetted by cinematic expressionism. Game-legged Quinlan swears by his infallible reputation as a lawman, claiming that his case-solving success rate (100%) is the result of his miraculous intuition. So it’s no surprise he’s less than thrilled by Vargas’ activities on his turf, especially after Vargas gets closer to the root of how things really are with his famed intuition... The film (graced with a star-studded cast) seems almost engulfed in a dark ecstasy, intensified by restless editing and edgy background music.