Sultry torch singer Ann Sheridan meets stodgy family man and doctor Kent Smith. Their affair escalates and when a patient dies in his office Smith sees a way out to fake his own death and elope with Sheridan.
Vincent Sheridan's melodrama is quite a trite affair, not by a long shot the film noir it claims to be, although photographed by James Wong Howe and scored by Franz Waxman. The script makes an effort to glue the pieces together, but rarely succeeds amidst all the inconsistencies. A few of the lines might be worth quoting; i.e. the doctor tells mistress-to-be that he is working on a paper on heart ailments and she retorts , "Only a paper, I could write a book!".
Kent Smith is a little low on charisma, Ann Sheridan looks glorious but has little to work with, and Bruce Bennett (who is still alive at almost 99 while I am writing this!) is a tall, handsome devil as the doctor's bachelor colleague.
Vincent Sheridan's melodrama is quite a trite affair, not by a long shot the film noir it claims to be, although photographed by James Wong Howe and scored by Franz Waxman. The script makes an effort to glue the pieces together, but rarely succeeds amidst all the inconsistencies. A few of the lines might be worth quoting; i.e. the doctor tells mistress-to-be that he is working on a paper on heart ailments and she retorts , "Only a paper, I could write a book!".
Kent Smith is a little low on charisma, Ann Sheridan looks glorious but has little to work with, and Bruce Bennett (who is still alive at almost 99 while I am writing this!) is a tall, handsome devil as the doctor's bachelor colleague.