I saw the movie two days ago and I've already forgotten how it ended. Not even pedal-to-the-metal Broderick Crawford can save it. Mucho great character actors (Whit Bissell, John Doucette) Frank Faylen), sort-of-A-list types (Ed Begley, Dorothy Malone), DP Burnett Guffey, all wasted--dragged down by the usual self-important Sad Sack Glenn Ford. Great though seeing Millard Mitchell, Richard Conte's buddy in THIEVES HIGHWAY.
I know the creators of this film didn't intend it, but it's fascinating to contemplate how every single character in the movies ALWAYS makes not just a bad decision, but the WORST decision available. The only sensible one in this movie is Crawford's mother (?) who thinks it's not really such a great thing that she and Crawford and Malone are now going to live in the prison, waited on hand and foot by murderers, etc.
Review of Convicted
