This is a remake of Jean Renoir's La Chienne, a classic French melodrama made in 1931. It's a grotesque love triangle between Joan Bennett's slovenly sex worker, her stupid, swaggering pimp- Dan Duryea, naturally- and Edward G. Robinson as a middle aged downtrodden husband regrettably infatuated with Bennett.
The older man is a weekend painter who discovers he is a genius only when his paintings are stolen and sold by the other two. But fate is cruel and resolves he should not receive any of the reward or recognition, which leads him deep down into murder and madness.
Robinson is startlingly submissive as the humiliated dupe, tormented and mocked by Bennett. He kneels to paint her toenails ('make them masterpieces'), wears his wife's frilly apron in the kitchen and is constantly harangued to carry out menial tasks after a long day at the bank. There is a potent theme of sexual fetishism.
Bennett is exceptional as the uncouth slattern. This is a powerfully pessimistic experience and its touch of the absurd just makes it more desolate. It's a key noir from the first classic wave, which has the schematic narrative of a parable as it relentlessly punishes Robinson for straying from his designated path.
*note, this fell out of copyright years ago and prints are often terrible.