Gina Lollobrigida's breasts...

The constant and confusing back-and-forth volleying of the lovers never allows an empathetic comfort zone, which might be part of the agenda, but Dassin's camera smartly never strays far from The Law's central symbol—Lollobrigida's glorious cleavage, lit, flaunted and micromanaged with a meticulousness Howard Hughes would've appreciated. That her tits themselves are Marxist tokens of unearned presumption is the funniest undercurrent here