When the opening credits come up, you think that this film is going to be a musical as a chorus serenades us with "The Velvet Touch", a thoroughly forgettable song. It's an extremely strange beginning for a murder drama; however, it swings into the story in short order and is off and running.
Roz plays an established Broadway star partnered with Leon Ames, her producer and long-time paramour. She falls for the rather bland Leo Genn and seeks to break off her collaboration, both professional and personal with Ames. He's not having it and she clubs him over the head. Exit Mr. Ames. Claire Trevor, looking a bit frumpy here, is the long suffering and rejected lover of Ames. She is blamed for the murder and commits suicide. Will Roz confess, kill herself out of guilt on stage while appearing in "Hedda Gabler" or get away with murder? That is the question. Add the excellent Sidney Greenstreet as a New York police detective (who came up with that casting?)and some good character parts with Frank McHugh and Esther Howard and you should have a winner. But the story, partly told in flashback, while satisfactory, is not particularly spell binding. The film really begins to drag after the opening murder scenes and doesn't seem to have that extra punch/suspense/plot twist necessary to fully hold your interest. It's not bad, it's just not that good.
Roz plays an established Broadway star partnered with Leon Ames, her producer and long-time paramour. She falls for the rather bland Leo Genn and seeks to break off her collaboration, both professional and personal with Ames. He's not having it and she clubs him over the head. Exit Mr. Ames. Claire Trevor, looking a bit frumpy here, is the long suffering and rejected lover of Ames. She is blamed for the murder and commits suicide. Will Roz confess, kill herself out of guilt on stage while appearing in "Hedda Gabler" or get away with murder? That is the question. Add the excellent Sidney Greenstreet as a New York police detective (who came up with that casting?)and some good character parts with Frank McHugh and Esther Howard and you should have a winner. But the story, partly told in flashback, while satisfactory, is not particularly spell binding. The film really begins to drag after the opening murder scenes and doesn't seem to have that extra punch/suspense/plot twist necessary to fully hold your interest. It's not bad, it's just not that good.