Sarcastic
gumshoe, Dan Duryea, opens the film under duress from a local
racketeer. Duryea yells much of his discouraged dialogue in his
trademark high-register voice with its grating quality of
whining. Truly the anti-hero, he complains plenty in this film. He
appears to live a day-to-day existence, hoping that a positive turn
of events is around the next rickshaw. His pal and polar opposite,
Patric Knowles, turns out to be a double-crossing coward. His wife is
played by newcomer, Marian Carr, whose breathy delivery is a bit
annoying as if to give Marilyn Monroe a box office challenge. As a
nightclub singer, her single number has er in top hat and tails,
about midway between 1930’s Morocco and 1982’s
Victor/Victoria. Later in the film, she is constantly weaving
fore and aft at the waist as if trying to get enough air to breathe.
Also a bit annoying and a possible subtle scene-stealer. Carr’s
career was a short one.
The
ending between Duryea and Carr is not uplifting, though he gets his
face lifted from being slapped a few times. It is the demise of their
friendship. She actually had a thing for the scoundrel because he
never questioned her shady past. The closing scene, like the opener,
has Duryea receiving wisdom from a female fortune-teller, an actress
not even credited for an uncredited role.
Note:
This film is the assumed continuation of the popular 1950s television
series, "China Smith," starring Duryea as a mercenary
adventurer. Its main notoriety is its director, Robert Aldrich, who
would soon make his mark with an infamous Mike Hammer film the
following year. Also, a carryover from television land is the
competent—yet
forgettable—score by Frank De
Vol. The filming was finished well under two weeks and made the most
out of a television-restrained budget. Distributed by Allied Artists
Productions, it takes a while to get the blood flowing perhaps due to
extending a thirty-minute series into an eighty-two-minute movie. Add
to this a slightly confusing screenplay by Hugo Butler during the
opening scenes. Worth it all is some excellent cinematography work by
Joseph Biroc and his use of intriguing points of view and lighting
contrast in sweaty Singapore. Not much stands out beyond this,
so it becomes an “also-ran” within the film noir archives.
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