**** is over-generous by any rational measure, but such a well-acted little film noir has to command respect, and since it also has a little bit of ambition above its station, **** it just about is.
The film has been described as a weepie-cum-thriller, but melodrama is a bit nearer the mark. We have here a love triangle - Richard Widmark's road house owner, Cornel Wilde's house manager and Ida Lupino's hired pianist/"singer" (her bullfrog voice bears as much resemblance to singing as does Rex Harrison's in My Fair Lady). A loves B who loves C, and big buddies A and C inevitably fall out, leading to a show-down. All simple enough, not to say unoriginal, except that the picture declines to settle comfortably into the cliche of all characters motivated by cynicism as the femme fatale works her wicked spell.
The absence of distracting sub-plots mean that the focus falls throughout on our trio plus Celeste Holm's cashier. Though Widmark's malevolence is signalled from pretty erly on, he's a bit more than a cardboard villain and they no simple injured lovers. The friendship between him and Wilde prevents them from settling matters, even when the law intervenes. There is a constant ambivalence in their relationship that rings true. Nor is Ida Lupino simply a victim; in the first half she's a feisty, tough cookie, experienced in fending off would-be lovers and envious women alike. She also has a vulnerability which lifts her character out of the mundane. It's a great pity that after halfway her part becomes underwritten and conventional; she takes a back seat as the alpha males slug it out, a diminished figure as the implausibilities grow.
The outdoor scenes away from the roadhouse are a rather clumsy mix of back-projection and backlot artifice, with the Fox tank featuring more than once, partly to show off Lupino's proto-bikini. But what makes the picture really watchable is the acting of her and Richard Widmark. He is typecast as a half-crazy villain at this early stage of his career, but he's never quite the same twice. His Nordic pale complexion and lopsided grin are seductively creepy. She acts her socks off in the first half, whether she's acting tough, playing ten-pin bowls like a blonde spider or seducing her man in tight white shorts, and it's strange that the script had her freewheeling in the second half.
No masterpiece, but considerable pleasure to be had from solid film-making and two fine actors.