This might have been an outstanding movie if Eugene O'Neill had'nt intruded. Mitchum ,as bad as the killer cat he vows to kill for the death of his brother, dominates the first part with virility and meanness. Suddenly he almost vanishes from the scene as an O'Neilesque family accusations and recriminations sequence (much too long) ensues with the usual angst, self-guilt syndrome. Meanwhile back in the beautifully photographed wild forest our hero suddenly slides down a hill into a chasm. Just like that. If the movie had spent more time on the track of the cat, it would have stayed on track and been just fine.
Review of Track of the Cat
