Bargain-basement Columbia Pictures programmer wastes a dandy idea, not in execution (not bad at all), but in development (what does a pencil cost?). Worth a look anyhoo as an early Budd Boetticher pic. Known for his lean ‘50s Westerns with Randolph Scott, Boetticher only had two assists and a formulaic BOSTON BLACKIE behind him at the time. Here’s that dandy idea: George Macready, wrongly convicted of murdering his wife gets a last-minute reprieve from Death Row when nonconformist reporter Jim Bannon uncovers the real murderer. Yet just a few months later, jurors who’d voted to hang the former prisoner start turning up dead. Five out of twelve so far and the police still think it’s coincidence. Meantime, with the reprieved killer having gone mad in jail, and hanging himself before being burnt to a crisp in a fire, who could be out for revenge? More importantly, who’s next to go of the seven remaining jurors? Yikes! Reporter Bannon gets rehired to interview the surviving jurors, but the hits just keep on coming. Boetticher does a more than decent job with what he’s given, but the film is all but entirely bare-faced exposition, especially the first half, and Macready, with one of the most distinctive voices in Hollywood history, a poor choice for a double role. (And that stock library music track also not much help.) Onward Boetticher, onward!
ATTENTION MUST BE PAID: The hangout for reporters and the paper’s editor is a little joint called Wally’s Grotto, a spot where you can get morning ham & eggs for 30¢ and a drink late at night. Do places like that exist? When does poor Wally get to sleep?
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