Mitchum's homme fatale was distinct, "oddly subversive," as the more appreciative Andrew Sarris put it. In Out of the Past, he no sooner enters a room charged with tension, when, without breaking his stride, his fist flies out, flooring a mouthy wannabe heavy. The impulse is rote, but behind it is a gut-tested ethos: lightning appraisal of who's in the way and what they're made of, triggering decisive action... While the gesture is pure noir, Mitchum lends it a soulful mien.
Tony Pipolo
September 29, 2017