Am I the only who feels like Hitchcock must have seen this film before he made Psycho, since the first 5 minutes, from the murder in the shower to the momma's boy of a killer, seem awfully familiar. That would be nice, since it would give me a reason to care about that film even less. In any case, this was another solid noir by Lang where for once the crime wasn't even the most interesting aspect.
The 1950s ladder of success drawn in gender distinctions, where the men get ahead by backstabbing and woman by sleeping around. So credit this film for intricate subtexts, and you can add visual flair as well. But the story itself is far too awkward, with arbitrary character behavior, an inconsistent tone, and a muddled sense of direction.
Great late period Lang. This is many types of films rolled into one. Police procedural, psychological thriller, and a commentary on journalism in general. Sanders, Andrews, Price, Lupino, etc are all excellent in their roles, and though this film is particularly star studded, it still has a B noir feel throughout. At times it reminds of Dassin's Naked City, and thats def not a bad thing. 4 stars, a forgotten gem.
Strangely great and fascinating. Somewhat boring and stiff in its studio-mannerisms, but in the end it all just work to evoke this pervasive feeling of inorganic dread. "Come on, we're cultured adults", someone says near the end, and it's right in all the wrong ways. A tragicomedy (which is not particularly funny, nor entertaining) on competative capitalism & mass media.
Solid newspaper flick directed by Fritz Lang (his penultimate American film), with Dana Andrews as a Winchell-esque TV man caught in the middle of a murder story, and power play involving Vincent Price, George Sanders, and Thomas Mitchell. Those four alone are worth the price of admission, and Ida Lupino's here too!