Complete credited cast: | |||
Chester Morris | ... | Jeffrey Andrews | |
Constance Dowling | ... | Evelyn Green | |
Steven Geray | ... | Lloyd Harrison | |
James Bell | ... | Det. Lt. Fred Applegate | |
William Forrest | ... | Henry Small | |
Sid Tomack | ... | Mike Foster - Bartender | |
Paul E. Burns | ... | Elevator Operator | |
Harry Strang | ... | Detective - Applegate's Assistant |
A down-and-nearly-out writer makes a drunken visit to the office of his publisher, who turns up dead shortly afterward, and the writer is unable to prove his innocence. But with the aid of the publisher's secretary, and a fellow-writer -- maybe or maybe not -- he finds the guilty person. Written by Les Adams <longhorn1939@suddenlink.net>
This film is a must for fans of noir and b-movies. The hero is a semi-alcoholic writer, wrongly accused of a murder committed while he was drunk.
The actor plays this drunk so obnoxiously that he will have you cringing in your seat, begging for him to finally pass out. It's the acting equivalent of fingernails on a chalk board. What saves the movie and makes it worth seeing are the incredibly over-the-top lines the writer cooked up.
These include: "the heat sapped my vitality like ten thousand blood-thirsty dwarves," "a ghost-writer is like drugs," "plagiarism is inscribing my name on another man's pen," and "when I want poetry, I read Walt Whitman."
Good for a laugh.