One of the very few times in the seven seasons of "Noir Alley" where Eddie's intro and outro are as forgettable as the movie he's offering. Fortunately, I have confidence both in Eddie's good taste in this magnificent genre as well as his hosting skills to expect that this unholy convergence will not occur with regularity.
So let us quickly dispense with this 1948 piece of odoriferousness from Warners, with its rigor mortis pacing, trite dialogue, non chemistry and thermodynamics from the poor man's Richard Conte and the poor gal's Eleanor Parker, and non evocative cinematography, and look forward to November's offerings. C minus.
PS...First time I can recall where ALL of Eve Arden's repartee falls flat.
So let us quickly dispense with this 1948 piece of odoriferousness from Warners, with its rigor mortis pacing, trite dialogue, non chemistry and thermodynamics from the poor man's Richard Conte and the poor gal's Eleanor Parker, and non evocative cinematography, and look forward to November's offerings. C minus.
PS...First time I can recall where ALL of Eve Arden's repartee falls flat.