One Drab Crawl
through a dark city. Certainly not the worst noir, but it could have used more life. The songs we were forced to sit through were some of the dullest in nightclub history and poor Lizbeth Scott had nothing to do but mouth the dried out lyrics. How could they ruin such a sizzling tune as "That Old Black Magic"?
Begley, Webb and Harry Morgan added a bit of umph, but Heston in his first just seemed too empty, he even sounded like he redubbed all his dialog in another studio from the rest of them. He did so much better a few years down the road in Orson Welles noir masterwork. A dry ditch in the desert, indeed.
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