I've not yet seen The Chase, the other half of this film noir double bill, but I sure hope it'll be good (it has Peter Lorre in it, so I'm optimistic), as Bury Me Dead is a real shocker. The * rating is for Bury Me Dead alone.
Where do I start? The cinematography by the excellent John Alton was probably once effective, but the transfer quality here is poor, and black and white are now shades of grey. The sound quality is worse - most of the movie sounds as though recorded in a tropical downpour. The initial idea of a woman popping up at her own funeral sounds promising, but the search for the true identity of the body is soon forgotten in a farrago of domestic complications and affairs. I lost interest long before the end and the brief 77 mins seemed like a lifetime.
Someone must have had little confidence in the picture as a thriller since it soon develops an unfortunate trend towards comedy - feeble puns and would-be quips crop up among the debris of the screenplay. But the very worst thing is the acting. When I say that Cathy O'Donnell is poor yet the best actor on show, I say everything. The simpering June Carlin as the "dead woman", bewildered Hugh Beaumont as the weak lawyer, grinning Mark Daniels as the husband and dumb Greg McClure as a ludicrous boxer are all appalling.
The main extra is a commentary on both films by a film restoration consultant. I turned to it hoping to be able to revise my opinion in the light of new insights. But no, it turns out to be lethargic, disjointed and banal!
Carry me home to die, folks........