We all know Robert Mitchum was THE coolest cat. And Out of the Past (1947) might just be the coolest he’s ever been. But one scene that never gets mentioned is the one that I personally rewind at least three times every time I watch it. No, not ‘Baby I don’t care’, although that one is certainly fantastic. I’m talking about the scene towards the end, where he enters the club, walks up the stairs, walks into the manager’s office, punches him, answers the phone in his most nonchalant ‘yeah’, picks up the file he’s looking for, lights a cigarette and walks out again. All seemingly done in one extraordinarily smooth go. Pure class.