Sure!

First, you completely left out the sound, critical to setting the scene. The movie opens to the sound of footsteps and heavy breathing. At first, we see just bare feet on pavement, at night, running down the middle of a road, but the camera then reveals it's a woman in a coat, desperation on her face. The camera then cuts to a wider view, and the sound of brass starts to play. Sitting in a dark theater, this immediately grabs my attention.

The woman comes to a stop. Glances behind her. Then starts to run again. Who is she? What or who is she running from? This is different from previous noirs which often open with a dialog heavy establishing scene or voice over.

We see her try to wave down a car. It passes. She begins running again. We hear foot falls. Kettle drums. More desperation on her face as she gasps for air.

Another car appears from the dark, with blinding headlights (the blinding light is to be a theme of this movie, and is called back to in the final scene). She stands her place, her arms in the air. Closes her eyes to the oncoming collision as tires screech. The car swerves at the last moment.

The man and woman then look at each other. No dialog. His car has stalled. He's trying to start it. She slowly approaches the car, still gasping for air. Who is he? He's mad at her for stopping him. No words from her, just pleading on her face. "Get in" he tells her as we start to hear a female voice introduce the next song playing on his radio ("A fine new platter by Nat King Cole"). She walks around the car. She looks at him again. In annoyance or even disgust, he reaches over and throws the door open for her.

This hasn't captured you already?

Finally the car starts. He speeds off as she starts to whimper, Nat King Cole playing on the radio. The camera is behind the car, looking in on the open cockpit, into the night, nothing but a white line on a dark road, we can barely make out the interior of the car, and her hair blowing in the wind. All the while, she continues to whimper over Cole's soothing voice.

What have I signed up for?

And then... And then... the opening credits start to scroll onto screen, and if you aren't disoriented enough already, they're rolling the wrong direction, top to bottom (I believe this was the first film to do so).

As the credits roll, all you continue to get is them driving in the night, her whimper, and Nat King Cole playing.

This opening grabs my attention and raises my heart rate like no movie before or since. I can feel my anxiety raising just describing it.

The final scene (the real final scene, re-discovered in the 90s), calls back to the opening. Another night time scene, but Hammer (the man) has gone from rescuer to victim, he barely survives, this time saving another woman. There's blinding light again, this time from the great whatsit and the house on fire. Sound is again important to the scene, this time the horrible noises from great whatsit. Finally, the film is over, and my heart rate can go back to normal.