Richard Widmark was not just a movie star, but a great actor, just like his idol Spencer Tracy. In this one he beats up some of those darn Communists we've been hearing so much about these days. Ah the 50's.
Nice style, I love Sam Fuller but this is Red-baiting McCarthyist propaganda. The whole "Reds are worse than crooks" routine. Even a disgusting slanderous reference to the Rosenbergs. America in the 1950's was ugly.
In "poesia" list because of Jean Petters and, most of all, the moment of Thelma Rittes murder, an unforgettable moment of cinema, with the great actress representing the immense sadness of life's disinherited.
Although it ultimately comes up a bit short of fulfilling the promise of some outstanding individual elements, Fuller's film is still a deserved classic. Joseph MacDonald gives the seaside shots the darkened atmosphere necessary to fit the story. Probably the quintessential Sam Fuller film.
What I love about Samuel Fuller is how he seems to be saying "Yeah, I'm biased and preachy so what? Fck you!" It's another cautionary tale about what happened when you wandered away from the family-centered capitalism of the 1950s, but... maybe subtlety is overrated or maybe it did get me to believe there is a magic face rubbing that makes pretty girls fall in love with dirt poor pickpockets... idk, but I liked it.
Samuel Fuller dépasse les conventions de la série B classique pour livrer un véritable film noir, âpre et tendu où Richard Widmark compose, comme à son habitude, une figure marquante de mauvais garçon...