Was it the sight of his wife in bed with Harley that started George Stuart on his dizzy drop to Skid Row, or was it his destiny? Judge him yourself as you watch him arrange photographs of the trapped lovers for an alimony-free divorce; then travel with him down the sordid road of boozing and whoring, spending money, going through girls like they're a dime a dozen, indulging at beatnik parties . . . and so on into the gutter Come along-you be the...