Tough gals don’t cry. They scamalot. And the movies never had a more hypnotic double-dealer than Stanwyck. Whether she was sleeping her way to the top of a bank (Baby Face), playing a card sharp (The Lady Eve) or luring Fred MacMurray into mutually-assured destruction in Billy Wilder’s scheming dream of L.A.’s dark side, she was always a bundle of barbed wire entrancingly encased in velvet.