Let's be honest: "Laura," while enjoyable for the rhythms and silvery shadows of mid-40s film noir, for one big twist and a lot of little ones, and for the presence of Gene Tierney, is terribly dated. The characters are cinematic clichés, the lines are mostly forgettable, and the performances of Clifton Webb and Vincent Price in particular are so stagy and overstated as to call into question this movie's status as a classic. ("Laura" was made when screen actors born in, say, Indiana still affected fake south-of-England and Kentucky accents and projected to the last row of the theater.) Dana Andrews as a Scotch-drinking detective in a trench coat is neither believable nor enjoyable. See the film for Tierney, for Preminger's direction, for the title song, sets, and costumes, and for the acting of Dame Judith Anderson in a supporting role. There is little else there.