9 November 2005 | Hypnotape
This was a tight, neat little thriller, better than most of its kind at the time. I guess you would call it a true noir, which the House on 92nd Street was not quite. It wasn't totally plausible, but it was close enough for what it was. The supporting cast was all good with what they had to do, especially lovable Edmund Gwenn in an against-type villainous role. I would like to comment on Signe Hasso. I fell in love with her in The House on 92nd Street, and saw this movie not long after that. She was a good actress, very unappreciated I felt, and never looked more gorgeous than she did in this film. I find even now that most people have never heard of her and am glad to find from various postings about her movies on this website that she had other fans. The last minute change of heart for her character in the movie, who had been well portrayed as a rather cold, scheming adventuress was a bit unrealistic, but that's Hollywood of old. All in all I liked the flick. James Craig was a hunk, sort of Clark Gable, but not quite.