Martin Scorsese claims that this film, and Michael Curtiz' My Dream Is Yours (1949) “Had a lot to do with New York, New York,” and when you see the opening credits of this neglected “musical film noir” by Raoul Walsh, one connection will be obvious. The Man I Love has been unjustly neglected, but a recent revival in London prompted Peter Lloyd to note: “One of Walsh's least known films, this ‘discourse on desire, money, and temptation,' as one critic called it, deserves rescue from its apparently anachronistic place in the filmography. Its subject is a love affair between a singer (the superb Ida Lupino) and a pianist in the ambiance of post-war nightlife, shot by Walsh with the all the stylistic hallmarks of the film noir. It features some excellent music by Gershwin, which adds to the fatalistic mood of the movie.”