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  • Pitfall is about precisely that. Forty something insurance man Dick Powell is getting restless. He's seemingly achieved the American dream, wife, kid, nice home and car. And the nice wife is played by Jane Wyatt who was using this film to warm up for the queen of nice wives in the Fifties as Betty Anderson in Father Knows Best.

    Powell is brought a report on a claim that one of the hired investigators Raymond Burr has. Byron Barr has embezzled money that Powell's insurance company is covering. Barr has spent the money lavishly on presents for Lizabeth Scott. Powell has to check this one out for himself. Of course he meets Lizabeth Scott and nature takes its course. Barr mean time is serving time in jail and Raymond Burr has decided to stake out Ms. Scott for himself. Or maybe the right word is stalk.

    So we've got Barr serving, Burr stalking, Powell cheating, what's this Lizabeth Scott got to get all these guys hormones working in overdrive?

    My description of Pitfall may have been flip up to now, but it really is a fine drama with no real heroes in it, except maybe Jane Wyatt. The best performance in Pitfall goes to Raymond Burr who is really a malevolent figure with his obsession about Scott.
  • There are a number of ways you can look at this movie, but for me it's a film about a nice girl who can't catch a break with guys. The underrated Lizabeth Scott is effective as a nice girl who's too sexy for her own good; she made me think of the famous Jessica Rabbit line, "I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way."

    Unfortunately, the men in Lizabeth's life are a psycho stalker, beautifully played with understated menace by Raymond Burr, a cheater having a mid-life crisis, and a jailbird. And my impression is every one of them would blame Lizabeth for their own failings.

    Taken with the film's other major female character, who has man problems of her own, this movie thinks little of men (unless they are very young or very old), and pretty highly of women.

    For me the standout performances were Burr and Scott, but the funny thing about this movie is that, outside of Burr, no one here at IMDb seems to agree much about who's good and who isn't.

    While noir films are associated with the detective genre, what makes something noir is its exploration of the darkness within its characters souls and the awful things people are capable of, and this movie takes that on very effectively. It's not a great movie, but it keeps you interested.
  • In Los Angeles, the insurance executive John Forbes (Dick Powell) is a family man bored with his routine suburban life with his wife Sue (Jane Wyatt) and their son Tommy (Jimmy Hunt). When a man called Bill Smiley (Byron Barr) is arrested for embezzlement, Forbes hires the private investigator J.B. MacDonald (Raymond Burr) to find where the money is. MacDonald discovers that Smiley spent part of the money giving gifts to his girlfriend Mona Stevens (Lizabeth Scott) and becomes obsessed with her. Forbes goes to Mona's apartment to collect the gifts and he does not tell that he is married. Soon they have a brief love affair until Mona learns that his married with child. Meanwhile MacDonald unsuccessfully tries to seduce Mona that becomes friend of Forbes. When Smiley is near to be released, MacDonald poisons him against Forbes and on the day that Smiley is discharge, he gives a gun to him. What will happen to Forbes and Smiley?

    "Pitfall" is a magnificent film-noir with a realistic story and well- developed characters. The direction and performances are top-notch and the cast gives credibility to the plot with excellent lines. Dick Powell and Jane Wyatt perform a mature couple that expects to supersede their problem. The gorgeous and sexy Lizabeth Scott is perfect in the role of a seductive femme-fatale. But Raymond Burr steals the show in the role of a despicable and Machiavellian villain. The open end is another plus in this great film. My vote is eight.

    Title (Brazil): "Caminho da Tentação" ("Way to Temptation")
  • a bit like cape fear problem with the film--the answer to the problem ISN'T that difficult

    Dick Powell plays an insurance investigator named John Forbes. His life is very routine and he makes a point (perhaps too much of a point) of beginning the film complaining about how routine his life is. Soon, he meets a woman on a case, Mona Stevens (Lizabeth Scott) and they begin seeing each other--which is a problem since Forbes is married. However, before it goes very far, she breaks it off with him when she learns he's married.

    This is not the end to it, though. An insane private investigator (Raymond Burr) is infatuated with Mona and MUST have her. And, when he follows her and sees her with Forbes, this maniac decides to threaten to expose Forbes unless she agrees to be his girl. When this doesn't work, he beats Forbes senseless. And, when that doesn't seem to work, he goes to Mona's old boyfriend and gets the man worked up--so worked up that the old boyfriend comes gunning for Forbes. What's next? See this dark little film to see.

    So is this film worth seeing? Yes, though it's far from perfect. As far as the good goes, Raymond Burr is wonderful and is really in his element playing this creepy and sociopathic jerk. He was great in this sort of role and played it in several other films, such as "The Blue Gardenia". Also, the basic story idea is good. However, the film is flawed--seriously flawed. This is because the entire film is based on characters who repeatedly make stupid choices. Any semi-sane man would have told their wife about what had happened or at least they would have gone to the police after they were assaulted and threatened. Many times he COULD have stopped the threats, attacks and eventual catastrophe that occurs at the end--a weakness in an otherwise enjoyable little noir movie. On balance, the good does outweigh the bad.
  • mklmjdrake2 September 2013
    It's still funny to think that Powell was originally a song and dance man. He does the hard boiled noir character fairly well. Straight laced, stiff but a sucker for a femme fatale. Burr is sufficiently creepy - not perhaps to the extreme of Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal but sufficient nonetheless. It's often interesting to see what kind of careers many actors played before they became famous or landed their most well known roles. This is one of those roles for him. I don't find Lizabeth Scott very believable as a model. She has a funny speech pattern and looks like a heavy smoker. Of course, smoking was considered glamorous in those days. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy her acting in the right roles. But a seductress she is not.

    The story works as a basic noir plot. When I read that Jay Dratler was the author I understood why I liked it. He is the author of the original story of Call Northside 777 and Laura which are both well written.

    It feels Jane Wyatt is still trying to play Margaret Anderson. Maybe that's what the director wanted but her acting seems out of place. She does well as the faithful, sweet wife. But it just doesn't fit.

    Unfortunately the film quality of the version I watched was not too good. It was either washed out or overexposed. That\s not the fault of the film makers but it did effect my further enjoyment of the film. It would be worth restoring.

    All film reviews are opinions and you know what they say about opinions...

    Overall I liked the film and I'm glad I discovered it. Thank you again TCM!
  • Warning: Spoilers
    No need to recap the plot. Instead, I want to single out an important thread in what amounts to an unusual movie for its time.

    It's rather surprising that a film produced in the wake of WWII would so presciently anticipate the restless anxieties of the 1950's. But this dark little melodrama does. Forbes (Powell) is only two years away from the emotional upheaval of the war. Now he's got what most vets want—a good job, a loving wife, a bouncy son, and a nice home in the suburbs. In short, he's living what folks then would call the good life. For 1948, the three years is not much of an interval to develop the kind of boredom Forbes evinces as a father and insurance man. Perhaps if the setting had been the late 50's, that would be time enough for a routine to become a rut, (e.g. Bachelor Party {1957}, No Down Payment {1958}). All in all, then, mark one up for what amounts to a prophetic screenplay.

    At the movie's outset, Forbes' itch, unsurprisingly, is a repressed sexual one. Wife Sue (Wyatt) is a by-the-numbers housewife and mom and presumably, lover. On the whole, his boredom with life in the suburbs and his job, even after the traumatic big war, is palpable. But then business sends him from his routine to Mona's (Scott) apartment, and, In a revealing libidinous touch, catch how Forbes lingers over Mona's (note the name) glamour photos. She's a blonde bombshell, but he's too dulled down to do more at the moment than contemplate. That is, until they take the fast, exhilarating ride together in her nifty little speedboat. It's a perfect metaphor for what she's tempting him with. Of course she's doing it for selfish reasons. But now, after the thrilling ride, Forbes, the officious drudge, is loosened up enough to act on some of his earlier repressed desires.

    If this weren't a movie, we could probably expect their clandestine affair to last just long enough for her to drop him after she's got what she wanted. At the same time, he would keep up the domestic pretense but be grouchier than usual. But, this being a melodrama, we have to have a dark catalyst for more trouble, and that comes in the bulky shape of private detective MacDonald (Burr). Now Mac is the kind of guy who thinks that persistence overcomes all obstacles, even when Mona repeatedly rejects his egotistical overtures. It's not true love Mac's in the grip of; instead, Mona's a challenge he has to overcome in order to prove himself better than his sometimes employer, Forbes.

    But then Mona finds out that Forbes is married, and proceeds to inform him of the prevailing norm of the coming 50's—he should be happy he's got the home, job and family he has and quit fooling around. Besides, with Mac in the picture and her ex-boyfriend Smiley out of jail, things have become complicated. As a result the illicit pair part and, significantly, without hard feelings. But now, Forbes has tasted a faster life than the suburban kind; so it can be wondered whether deep down he'll ever make a complete readjustment to a daily routine, though the movie finesses that aspect. But the question remains.

    Plot-wise, however, Forbes is compelled to shoot Smiley, and the storyline plunges into something of a middle-class nightmare as the movie's darker trends finally come together. Despite the twist, Forbes eventually proves his underlying respectability by coming clean to the law and to Sue about what he's been keeping secret. Thus he makes the necessary initial steps toward returning to middle-class conformity. And with that, emerging suburban values are thereby affirmed. At the same time, an important period in American life is also affirmed. To the movie's credit, however, the storyline ends on a suitably ambiguous note for the Forbes's.

    To me, it's this sociological (if you will) thread that's most notable about the movie as a whole. The thread itself is about 10 years ahead of its time. At the same time, it would be about 20-years before the so-called counter-culture would challenge these prevailing norms. Perhaps it's not surprising, in view of the movie, that a key catalyst of the counter- culture would be the "free love" movement. Forbes might well have understood, though I doubt the movie character would ever admit it.

    The movie itself is compelling and well done. I like the location shots of LA suburbia that lend realism. Also Burr is excellent as the creepy (no other word really fits) MacDonald, while Wyatt is squeaky clean and subtly strong-willed as Sue. But I have to agree with those who find Powell too grim throughout. Together, he and Wyatt are one joyless couple—see if you can spot a single smile between them. While Scott, for once, amounts to more than a stiffly lacquered presence and even manages to show some acting chops. Also, there are some effective noirish touches, particularly when Mac punches out Forbes in the garage. But the emphasis throughout remains more on storyline than mood.

    All in all, the production amounts to significantly more than simply another good noirish melodrama, and remains revealing despite the passage of years.

    (In passing—Sue's not alone in singling out comic books of the time as a corruptive influence. We kids ate them up and they were grisly as heck. Finally, in 1954, I believe, some board was set up to censor them, and I expect readership fell off dramatically. I know mine did.)
  • The director, Andre de Toth, is perhaps better known for his efforts in American westerns, epic historical dramas and even the occasional war movie. Hence, to come upon a crime thriller directed by Toth in late forties Los Angeles, and which stars Dick Powell, Lizabeth Scott, Jane Wyatt and Raymond Burr, surely, I felt, promised a taut human drama.

    Well, the drama is here, for sure. There is a variety of different criminal acts, including murder. The movie has Powell and Scott, two of my favorite actors of those times. The Los Angeles setting is suitably relevant for a bored, frustrated insurance agent, Johnny Forbes (Powell) who is looking for something other than same-old, same-old, day in, day out ... especially when happily(?) hitched to Sue (Jane Wyatt) and father to Tommy (Jimmy Hunt) for the rest of his sedate, suburban life....

    That 'something other' finally turns up, after ten story minutes or so, when Johnny meets Mona (Scott) about an insurance claim. One thing predictably leads to another until Johnny and Mona are meeting more often for more than just insurance. Into that mix stalks Mac (Burr), a slimy PI who's intent on ruining Johnny's affair because he's infatuated with Mona. And won't stop until.... Well, that's when Mona's criminal boyfriend, Smiley (Byron Barr) is freed on parole and who, after Mac has whispered a pack of lies to him, sets off, with a gun from Mac, to find Johnny to deliver his brand of rough justice. And Johnny doesn't know any of that until Smiley comes knocking at night on his suburban door....

    Just how the finale plays out, I leave you to savor for yourself.

    Powell, aided by one-liner zingers, is in full form throughout; Burr is dramatically creepy and unpleasant; lissome Scott is just so delightfully forlorn; and Wyatt shows her strength when the chips are down. All four are well cast for this story. The breakout acting though, for me, is Byron Barr with his portrayal of the jealous parolee, Smiley; not on screen for much time but he gives a truly riveting performance.

    As film noir, however, this is not equal to Powell's own Murder My Sweet (1944); his To the ends of the Earth (1948) and certainly not Robert Mitchum's Out of the Past (1947). And I have no quibbles about the production as a whole, except perhaps for a tedious speed boat ride as Johnny and Mona race around the coastline; or was that a metaphor for something a bit racier, maybe? Whatever ... even if the pacing is a bit slow occasionally, this effort is a thoroughly entertaining piece of forties nostalgia I'd be happy seeing again.

    Recommended for all. Give it 7/10.
  • Andre De Toth's Pitfall opens in the shaky sanctuary of post-war domestic bliss. Jane Wyatt cracks eggs into a cast-iron skillet, to be served to her insurance-claims adjuster husband Dick Powell and their tousle-haired young son; the cozy breakfast nook where they exchange morning what-if banter looks out upon a vista of the New California of subdivisions and revolving credit and sunny possibilities yet to be realized. But, as Wyatt drives Powell into downtown Los Angeles (two-car families still being around the corner), he grouses absently about his routine job and clockwork schedule before giving her a perfunctory peck on the cheek. The canker has invaded the rose. As he later confesses, he feels he's in a rut `six feet deep,' and yearns for freedom – adventure. He gets more than he bargained for.

    Waiting for him in his office is `Gruesome,' private investigator Raymond Burr, who's done some legwork concerning a convicted felon who has defrauded the company. The felon (Byron Barr) squandered most of his ill-gained money showering his girlfriend (Lizabeth Scott) with furs, an engagement ring and even a little speedboat. Burr, in the course of his sleazy sleuthing, has taken quite an obsessive fancy to her, but Powell warns him off, saying he'll wrap the case up himself.

    At first Scott dismisses Powell as just `a little man with a briefcase,' an assessment that tallies too well with his own worst self-image. But to no one's surprise, in this climate of Pacific air and marital dissatisfaction, he ends up taking his own fancy to her, one that turns out to be mutual. They tear around the harbor in her boat, then fritter away the rest of the afternoon in a dim cocktail lounge. He doesn't get back to hearth and home ‘till the wee small hours.

    One night when his son is awakened by nightmares, Powell lectures him: `Take only good pictures and have only good dreams.' It's a case of do what I say, not what I do. By veering off from the straight and narrow, Powell has set into motion a chain of baleful events. The vindictive Burr assaults him outside his garage. Scott discovers that Powell's been hiding his life as a married father. Ex-cop Burr starts visiting Barr in stir, sowing seeds of jealousy and plans for revenge. Events converge one dreadful night with an unplanned pair of killings that leave the quick, arguably, worse off than the dead....

    Jay Dratler's script (from his own novel) shows a progressive streak in dealing with the short and unpredictable fuses of controlling, potentially violent males – stalkers. The script also serves the assembled cast well. True, there's not much to be done with Wyatt, with her cap-sleeved house-dresses and finishing-school elocution, but she's more plausible than she would be two years later as a highly unlikely femme fatale in The Man Who Cheated Himself. Here, she's the distaff side of those male dictators, a wife whose ideals of suburban decorum are chiseled into cold marble (she's a faint forerunner of Joan Crawford's Harriet Craig).

    But Powell gets to tap deeply into his key emotion, snappish discontent, and lets it deepen into something close to small-time tragedy. Scott, always an iconic presence but an actress with limits, finds a comfortable part as a bewildered and vulnerable victim of the men who come into her life, bidden and unbidden. Burr, billed fourth (after Wyatt!), possibly fares best. Much in demand in the late ‘40s as one of the creepiest heavies, he earned that demand by providing extra (and maybe unasked-for) dimensions to the thugs he played. Like the giant Fafner in Das Rheingold, he lets a bit of yearning, of desperation, show under all his intimidating bulk (and in sheer avoirdupois, it's one of his biggest roles).

    De Toth, better remembered for his westerns and 3-D horror pix like House of Wax, made, in Pitfall, one of the more distinctive titles of the noir cycle. Not often mentioned in top-ten lists, even those of black-and-white crime films of the post-war era, it has the effrontery to situate deceit and duplicity and betrayal where it surely ought not to belong – not in road houses or tenement flats but right at the heart of a storybook American family (it's one of the more subversive films of the era).. Yes, there are lapses, chief among which is a score that keeps trying to crack corny little jokes. But in the denouement – far from unleashing a hideous storm of terror, De Toth opts for cold detachment – he casts a chill that lingers still.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Why are descriptions of this movie so damned inaccurate? Forget film noir. This is *not* film noir. What this is, really, is a stalker movie. One of the first ones ever.

    Dick Powell has a lovely family but he's bored, so he goes and has a brief but intense fling with Lizbeth Scott.

    Raymond Burr, who loves Scott, tries to scare him away, then he starts stalking her. Constantly.

    Then he befriends Scott's former boyfriend, a volatile ex-con, and fills his ears with poison so he'll murder Dick Powell. The guy doesn't succeed, but that doesn't mean things don't end tragically for all concerned.

    Hardy a perfect crime film, but still worth seeing.
  • It's sad it is now 60 years after this film was released and we still don't have this available on DVD. You even have to pay big bucks to find a used VHS copy. It's "sad" because it is a fine film noir and would make an excellent addition to anyone's noir collection. So many film noirs are now on disc, where is this one??!!

    I found you can't go wrong with Dick Powell in a film noir, and Lisabeth Scott certainly ranks among the all-time femme fatales in the genre's history. Add an unlikely pair of actors like Jane Wyatt and Raymond Burr, and Director Andre de Toth and you really have an interesting "old" crime story. "Crime Wave" and "Ramrod," two other fairly unknown-but-excellent hard-bitten noirs were also done by de Toth.

    I am always amazed how Powell made such a tremendous career switch from Busby Berkely crooner and romantic to the hard-boiled detective or whatever (a restless insurance agent in here, believe it or not) while Scott seems to have always owned those "loser dame" roles. Between those two and the menacing Burr, who always was that until his Perry Mason TV days, I really enjoying watching this trio.

    The film also featured Harry Wild's fine noir photography. Wild was the cinematographer on at least a half dozen film noirs, beginning with "Murder My Sweet" in the beginning of the period, so he knew what he was doing.
  • This is a curiously static film. As it is not a thriller, no one has to bother with 'whodunnit' and the film thus ambles along as a noirish 'human drama'. The script is not particularly well done, and director Andre de Toth has abandoned pace altogether and assumed we would all find the tale as compelling as he did. Some of the concerns in the story are severely dated now, in particular the central plot element of a husband's one night stand meaning the end of the world for all concerned. Dick Powell is allowed to be far too sour, selfish, and grumpy, and treats people far too callously, to arouse much sympathy from the viewer as the lead player. Raymond Burr is more sinister, evil, spiteful, and malicious than usual in his role as persecutor of Powell and as obsessed with Lizabeth Scott to the point of insanity. Lizabeth Scott tries to prop up the film by compensating for Powell's inadequacies. We have never seen her smile so much and so eagerly and charmingly, with the same naive little girl's expression on her face which Elina Lowensohn had in 'The Wisdom of Crocodiles' (aka 'Immortality'). This is a most unexpected girly side of Lizabeth Scott, as she never smiled shyly like that at Humphrey Bogart the previous year in 'Dead Reckoning'. This film is highly watchable, but drags, and, as I said, is not exactly current in its Calvinist attitudes towards marital behaviour. It could so easily have been so much better, if the director had made Powell behave more sympathetically, had found a less sternly poe-faced wife for him (she also has one of those annoying, patronising, treacly wife voices of forties and fifties Hollywood), and had a better constructed script, so that Burr's menacing eruptions into the plot were more effectively managed. Instead, de Toth allows Burr just to pick the lock and wander into Lizabeth Scott's apartment whenever he likes, as if he were a tourist visiting Niagara Falls, make sarcastic and threatening remarks to her, while she has to stand there paralyzed because the script does not allow her to take effective action to throw him out. It is a pity this film didn't come together a bit more.
  • I am always amazed at Dick Powell's transition from bouyant singing star into the shadows and uncertainties of noir classics. He's absolutely delightful in the former -- and gives joy and heart to the songs he's given. Confident, good-looking, he seems to be laughing at life. In PITFALL -- it's as if his bubble has been burst -- the "perfect" home, job, family and friends have become simply routine in his mind. By venturing into the world of beautiful loser (as far as men are concerned) Lizbeth Scott -- Powell's wanderlust is satisfied only to find he's opened a "can of worms". Powell, Wyatt, Scott and Raymond Burr are effective and believable -- and the film is paced, photographed, and scripted with intelligence -- so that the viewer easily goes along for the ride. Powell's talent as an actor is underscored here. As his outlook on things changes he redefines "what he's had all along" with an underplayed, yet genuinely felt appreciation. Burr is especially chilling as the obsessed detective sent to get the goods on Lizbeth Scott. Kudos to de Toth.
  • The concept of an insurance man being the leading character in a passionate film noir story probably seemed more plausible four years after "Double Indemnity" used that theme. In "Pitfall", insurance man John Forbes is portrayed by Dick Powell as a man so dour, unimaginative and boring that the narrative never rings true. We are to believe that Forbes is attractive to sultry blonde Mona Stevens (Lizabeth Scott) and that he is passionate enough to actually make a move on her. But Forbes has a pulse rate that never rises above "disinterested". I guess we are expected to take his mopey attitude as noir cool.

    The other actors do a fine job. Lizabeth Scott would indeed inspire lust in the 40s male. In the film, her ex-boyfriend committed a crime for her. Raymond Burr is great as the threatening bully. And Jane Wyatt, in a smaller role, is fine as the little lady at home who is saddled with the sad sack Forbes.

    In the end, justice is served and they all live happily ever after. Well, not really. This is a minor work, well-filmed, but marred by Powell's performance.
  • utgard1416 November 2013
    Potentially interesting film noir about a married man who falls for a sexy blonde is ruined by the miscast Lizabeth Scott. I'm not a fan of Scott's. I don't find her attractive or alluring and this role calls for both. When the movie's plot revolves around men going gaga over a lady, it's kind of important that lady be the type you could see men going gaga over. Like Lana Turner or Rita Hayworth. Not a woman with masculine bone structure and a voice like an emphysemic septuagenarian. So yeah I don't get it. I don't get the appeal of Lizabeth Scott and I fail to see how any man who has a young Jane Wyatt waiting at home would rather hang out with her. Beyond the sex appeal issue, Scott delivers her lines like she's reading them off cue cards. There are some noticeably punchy lines in this script that a better actress would have made work. But when Scott delivers them it's just dreadful.

    On the other hand we have Dick Powell and he's great. Unfortunately he has zero chemistry with Scott. Since that is a pivotal part of the plot, the whole thing falls apart. We also have Raymond Burr as a heavy who, quite bafflingly to me, is also enamored with Scott. Like I said I just don't get it. A better actress in this part with real sex appeal that I can buy men desiring and this movie becomes so much better. Obviously my opinion is in the minority. This film currently has a good rating on IMDb for a film this old. Clearly others don't have the issues with Lizabeth Scott that I do. So take that into account and decide for yourself whether this film is worth a shot or not.
  • Like so many movies from the late 40s and early 50s, "Pitfall" is labeled as film noir when it really isn't one. It's really just a domestic drama that morphs into a crime thriller in its last few minutes. It's fairly slow and a bit talky. But its frank treatment of middle class malaise and infidelity at a time when an idealized version of the American dream was being sold to Americans wholesale makes it an almost fascinating artifact from late 1940s cinema.

    Dick Powell is the solid and reliable family man who's landed so deeply in a rut that he can barely see out of either side. He gets it on with Lizabeth Scott (because who wouldn't?) while perfect 1950s housewife Jane Wyatt stays at home with the little boy. But everything threatens to unravel when Scott's ex-con boyfriend decides he wants revenge on the man who stepped out with his girl while he was in prison and threatens to unbalance Powell's picture postcard home life in the worst way imaginable.

    Notable about "Pitfall" is that Powell seems almost more concerned about his wife finding out he had an affair than he does about being killed, which feels authentic. When caught up in a tangled web of lies, I think human instinct is that almost any outcome would be preferable to being exposed. "Pitfall" is candid about infidelity in a way that was rare for pictures of this time period, but almost as shocking is its acknowledgement that the so-called American dream post-WWII Americans were told they should be content with was actually a big bore.

    Powell is sardonic; Scott is sexy; Wyatt is dull. And Raymond Burr is creepy, just....creepy.

    Grade: B
  • Dick Powell, Lizabeth Scott, Jane Wyatt, and Raymond Burr star in "Pitfall," a 1948 noir directed by Andre de Toth.

    It's a straightforward story -- an insurance man, Forbes (Powell) is trying to recover goods purchased with embezzled money. They were purchased by a man named Bill Smiley, now in prison, for a May's Department store model, Mona Stevens (Scott). A detective, MacDonald (Burr) who works for the insurance company tracks her down, falls for her, and starts stalking her. But she falls for Forbes, married with a son. Forbes succumbs to her attractions, but when she finds out he's married, she breaks it off. Forbes feels terribly guilty about the whole situation.

    MacDonald wants to get rid of the competition, so he goes and tells her imprisoned boyfriend, due to get out soon, that she's having an affair with Forbes, working Smiley into a frenzied state.

    Raymond Burr is a scary so-and-so in this, heavier than he was as Perry Mason and real snarky. He's excellent. Dick Powell is the not very happy insurance man. Life has not much spark for Forbes at this point in his life. Powell plays Forbes with a tough veneer, except when dealing with his son (Jimmy Hunt). Sometimes Powell is a little too tough; I often think he's trying too hard to overcome the boyish tenor roles he played in the '30s. He tends to be one note.

    Scott, with her husky voice, smooth hair, and pouty lips, is very effective as the femme fatale. Like Powell, she plays it on the down-low - this whole film has a depressing aura around it.

    One really cares about the Forbes family, hates Burr, and wishes that Forbes had never gotten involved for two seconds with Scott, even if she didn't encourage Forbes, MacDonald, or blab to Smiley. As they will learn, she just spells trouble.

    Very good noir.
  • Pitfall is directed by Andre De Toth and adapted to screenplay by Karl Kamb and William Bowers from the novel written by Jay Dratler. It stars Dick Powell, Lizabeth Scott, Jane Wyatt and Raymond Burr. Music is by Louis Forbes and cinematography by Harry Wild.

    Married insurance adjuster John Forbes (Powell) falls for femme fatale model Mona Stevens (Scott) while her boyfriend (Byron Barr) is in jail. And with Private Investigator J.B. MacDonald (Burr) fiercely attracted to Mona the consequences for everyone could well be critical.

    The reluctant fatales!

    Not for the fist time I wandered into a film directed by Andre De Toth and came out feeling invigorated by the under valued director. Pitfall falls under the film noir banner but actually subverts what we know as film noir conventions. Mona Stevens is a femme fatale of sorts, but not maliciously so, the key fatale role falls to John Forbes, who is bored with his comfortable life and becomes our homme fatale. But again, this is not malicious or scheming, though since this is noirville it has knock on effects of dire consequence.

    What makes a dream? - The mind is a camera.

    As our two central adulterers go about their confused passion filled way, the characters it affects become prominent in the story's ultimate resolutions. MacDonald is a brute (Burr in his element), and an unrealistically stupid lech into the bargain but his constant menace throws us a classic noir characterisation. Out there in prison is Mona's boyfriend, who is being made aware of his loved one's indiscretion and counting down the hours till his release. While back at the Forbes home is John's adoring wife (Wyatt enjoying a feisty role) and son (Jimmy Hunt), the innocents who we wonder will suffer from the actions of others?

    Dialogue is often sharp, witty and rapid-fire, you instantly know that Bowers (Criss Cross/Split Second) had pen in hand and it was red hot. There's some nice photography on show, with Wild (Cornered/They Won't Believe Me) treating us to shadows and light tactics. However, I lament that there wasn't someone like Krasker or Musuraca on photographic duties, for this cries out for some chiaroscuro wonders. Elsewhere It's sad to report that Byron Barr as the outraged convict is simply not menacing enough, one has to hanker for a McGraw, Brand or Brodie in the role.

    As for the finale? Well the makers have their cake and eat it. Having baited the Hays Code with crafty glee, pic leaves things open ended - baiting us the viewers in the process, and it works. Smartly performed by the principal players, waspishly written by Bowers and astutely steered by De Toth, this may not be in hidden gem territory, but it definitely has to be recommended to lovers of the noir form. 7.5/10
  • PITFALL (United Artists, 1948), a Regal Film Production directed by Andre De Toth, is a well constructed melodrama starring Dick Powell in one of his best screen performances as Johnny Forbes, a claims adjuster for Olympic Mutual Insurance Company living in a nice home in the suburb of the Los Angeles area with a wife, Sue (Jane Wyatt) and young son, Tommy (Jimmy Hunt). Everything seems fine as the family is introduced getting ready for another day at the breakfast table, but there's only one problem, though. Johnny is bored, bored with routine, bored with life, bored with everything. Neither does he know that his new day at the office would start of a chain of events that's to change his routine of life forever. As his firm is to pay off on the $10,000 robbery committed by Bill Smiley (Byron Barr), now serving time in prison, with items of stolen goods given to his girlfriend, Mona Stevens (Lizabeth Scott), a fashion model, Johnny's next assignment is to recover some of the items by meeting with Miss Stevens himself after company detective J.B. "Mac" MacDonald (Raymond Burr) has located the girl in question. An innocent meeting between Johnny and Mona soon turns to an illicit affair with Mac menacing Johnny for stepping into his territory in wanting the girl all for himself, regardless of her rejection towards him, leading to a pitfall of lies, cover-ups, deceit and murder.

    Powell, who began his screen career in movie musicals at Warner Brothers in the 1930s, established himself a decade later as a fine dramatic actor starting with MURDER, MY SWEET (RKO Radio, 1944) in which he played private eye, Philip Marlowe. Other dramatic roles followed, including CORNERED (RKO, 1945) and JOHNNY O'CLOCK (Columbia, 1947), that formulated Powell as a 1940s tough guy, but it is PITFALL that is equally as good as his previous dramatic efforts combined. Powell's Johnny Forbes is someone who can very well be any average man, bored with life and unsure of himself. A well-scripted drama based on "The Pitfall" by Jay Dratner, with able support by Jane Wyatt as his caring but somewhat suspicious wife; Lizabeth Scott as a tough girl with the raspy voice whose life meets with further obstacles when unwittingly falling in love with a married man, but it's Raymond Burr's role that goes without question, predating Robert Mitchum's performance in CAPE FEAR (1962), as a creepy stalker who won't take no for an answer when it comes to getting someone he wants. His crucial moments include beating up Forbes in front of his home as he warns him to stay away from Mona; his constant stalking of Mona at both job and home; and even going to her boyfriend in prison with intentions of getting him jealous with envy over Mona. Also in the cast are Ann Doran as Powell's secretary; Selmer Jackson as Ed Brawley; and former Warner Brothers contract player John Litel in one scene as a district attorney with advise to Powell's character what he should have done to avoid his pitfall of murder. Had he done that, there would have been no movie, no story, no PITFALL.

    What originally attracted me to watching PITFALL when televised in the late 60s/ early 70s on the afternoon movie was actually getting to see Raymond Burr, whose prime time IRONSIDE TV show along with reruns of his popular TV series "Perry Mason" has made him into a public figure among TV personalities at that time. As much as Burr nearly acquires more attention than his leading players, I was equally impressed by its leads, Powell and Scott. I was even more surprised later on when I came across an early musical, 42nd STREET (1933) to find this to be the same Dick Powell from PITFALL as the baby faced singer introducing the hit tune, "Young and Healthy." There's no singing this time around, not even that of Raymond Burr crooning, "I've Got You All to Myself" to Lizabeth Scott listening to him attendedly with disgust. Overall, PITFALL is straight drama that doesn't let up for an instant. Aside from Powell's low-key character, there's Jane Wyatt, whom I've grown to know from her 1950s TV series, FATHER KNOWS BEST starring Robert Young, as a wife and mother, who, unlike housewives of the day, is a little ahead of her time as the one who drives her husband to work. Her emotions, especially its conclusion, are well handled and realistically done for its time.

    Of the handful of classic "film noirs" that turned out in the 1940s, PITFALL is one that's virtually unknown to many due to lack of television broadcasts. Had it starred stronger names as Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, or Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake for that matter, in the Powell-Scott roles, chances are PITFALL would be a well known classic from the 1940s, but as it turns out, entire production, including actual location footage of Los Angeles, makes this worth viewing. Rarely televised since the 1970s, PITFALL did see the light when distributed on VHS through Republic Home Video in 1991, and many years later on Turner Classic Movies, September 2, 2013. (***1/2)
  • With film noir we arrive at a crucial junction where the old certainties just won't do. A world war had intervened, with home deeply upended for a few years, or permanently in many cases. Men and women had been plucked from normalcy and sent away to new unexpected lives.

    The American experience of the war differs in an important way. The whole world is disheveled in the chaos of the ordeal, chaos which from the American perspective would have been not without excitement at being part of a collective purposes; a joyous sense of riding to the world's aid, knowing one day soon it would end. But crucially, at the end American homes are where people left them. As a bonus, the Depression has magically gone away, wiping clear the horizon.

    So once you return, the world proves to be a disorienting thing, must have been felt to be. Having seen it all become uprooted and airborne, are you supposed to go back to being content with a home and a job you went to?

    Tonight I can think of no better entry into the floating dream world of noir than this small film here, none, and I put it above many of the famous ones. It's part of a few Lizabeth Scott noirs she did in the brief time she managed to land roles. An interesting thought I read, she may have managed to squeeze in (along with others) while more established actors were busy with the war.

    At any rate, I find myself wholly captivated by her this past week. I think she's someone truly worth knowing, and being able to see her in the context provided by films like this one and Too Late for Tears, just these two are enough. The closest parallel I can think of is Gena Rowlands; the same unaffected beauty; the same hardness around the eyes and smile that cannot conceal hurt; the same sense of a tough broad who knows how to survive and how to be on her own. Lizabeth must have been a tough cookie and although it seems she was wasted in some conventional roles, the material here was just right for her.

    This is about everything just said above, the dreamlike tiptoeing out of the loving home of stability, someone nagged by the sense that out there in the city another life could be lived.

    With just a few brushstrokes in the opening scenes, we get the illusion that becomes our space for meditation. The perfect American home somewhere in postwar Los Angeles, the wife has just finished cooking breakfast, the husband is getting ready for work. They're not rich but they're comfortably middle-class.

    In a marvelous scene while she drives him to work, he wearily wonders if this is all life is going to be. He muses about just keep driving to South America together. It's great to be able to see in these exchanges not some feverish desire, he knows no one is going to be going off to South America or quitting his job, but a quiet and more everyday dissatisfaction, one that underpins so much of modern life.

    In this ordinary insurance guy we can see one of those people who were whisked away by the war and returned to probably the same life after. It doesn't even have to be gruesome war in Okinawa or Omaha beach, in his case he was safely stationed in Denver, Colorado.

    Another marvelous aside is the notion throughout the film that kids 'these days' have it easy. Trying to read to his son from an old book about western adventures, the kid obviously prefers his stash of comic-books with alien monsters. The kid may have grown up to be an old man musing about how hard they had it in the old days.

    This is what's so great to see here, our placement in ordinary life that in many ways continues unabated. He does meet a beautiful woman later that day, he has gone to her place in his menial role as insurance agent. They take a liking to each other. Being with her promises another kind of life where you can just go on a boat-ride and stop for a drink at midday. But she's not some scheming dame, just a working class gal. Their affair is not riproaring passion that turns the soul upside down but a brief dalliance of quiet affection, maybe even just this one kiss we see.

    Of course In the dreamlike world of noir machinations have already been set in motion, I will leave you to see what happens. But once more, nothing far-fetched, the sense is that life can just heave this way or that over the course of a few days, ordinary life full of paradox and coincidence. What does kissing another woman one harmless afternoon mean? It means someone is waiting outside your house one night.

    This is potent work, rife for meditation, all about slow days that look the same and the wider horizon. The mind sees pictures all day and night long, he explains to his son who is startled by a bad dream. At night some of these pictures wash up in dreams.
  • Dick Powell is the insurance investigator. Raymond Burr is the private eye who does contract work for the insurance company. Lizabeth Scott is the girlfriend of the guy who stole a bunch of loot.

    Naturally, every guy falls in love with Scott. Director Andre De Toth draws out a believably warm, human quality in her performance. Powell's character is so bored stiff at home with super-sweet wife Jane Wyatt that he chases the first dame who bats an eyelash at him. His wry delivery of some very clever lines seems fresh to this day. Burr's character is a nasty creep who probably murders h00kers in his spare time so his stalking Scott is completely believable. Once they mix in the old boyfriend, who gets sprung from jail in time for the Third Act, things get murder-y.

    To be honest, I expected a different character to die. Or at least get arrested. In any event, the wrong character got the comeuppance. It may have had something to do with the Hayes Office. Would be fun to see a remake.
  • Do not read a synopsis of this film-- I am not writing one-- a lot of the effect is achieved through the surprising trajectory of the movie, which is an excellent proto-noir piece.

    The performances are good, and never has Dick Powell been better. I think of this guy in terms of Busby Berkley musicals and the excellent Sturges comedy Christmas in July, but here he turns in a subtle and believable performance that is fresh and modern and far more REAL than many of his contemporaries. This is the kind of thing you'd expect from Bogart or Aldo Ray and I was impressed by his work and the daring piece overall.

    It is amazing how much edgier mainstream Hollywood movie were once allowed to be--- nothing like this is coming out as a major release these days.

    Striking and authentic.

    (I saw a 35mm print of the movie at Anthology Film Archives, N.Y.)
  • I've seen Pitfall too many times already to still appreciate it, but somehow I still do: the story is great, but it gets to be a bore on second view. Sad.
  • This is an all-around great noir film, as well as a very chilling anticipation of the sterlingness of the coming 50's ethos of home and fidelity at any price. Dick Powell gives a great performance as a man so tired of life and full of malaise that he can hardly stumble through his days as an insurance adjuster and "loving" father . Raymond Burr is the antithesis of his later Perry Mason (or the good-hearted Paul Drake) as a creepy detective stalking the low-rent Lizabeth Scott. And Jane Wyatt is (unintentionally?) the scariest of them all as Powells' homemaking wife. (After her son has a nightmare, she blames his comic books - and takes them away to be burned!) Pitfall is a fine example of the type of noir film that explores not the criminal underworld but the hidden pain and loneliness of the "everyman".
  • John Forbes (Dick Powell) seems to be happily married to Sue (Jane Wyatt) except he hates the rut in his life as a regimented insurance adjuster. His latest case is Mona Stevens (Lizabeth Scott) and the $10k stolen by her boyfriend Bill Smiley. His investigator J.B. MacDonald (Raymond Burr) is obsessed with her.

    Dick Powell has the everyday look of a nobody middle management. That's what this role needs. He and Jane Wyatt are a good Leave It to Beaver couple. Lizabeth is most notable for her eyebrows. Raymond Burr is a good villain. It's the ugliness underneath 50's America.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Mona played by Lizabeth Scott is a hapless victim of the manipulations of the three men in her life, all of which take advantage of her. She unknowingly falls for John Forbes played by Dick Powell, unaware that he is a married man. Doing the right and moral thing, she breaks it off as soon as she discovers he is married.

    Unfortunately, she is being stalked by MacDonald, played by Raymond Burr, ex-cop turned Private investigator. She does not report him to the police because she does not want to destroy Forbes' marriage. That is her downfall.

    The plot is illogical because she and Forbes did not engage in any intimate behavior, at least the is what the movie implied. At worst they went boating, had a few drinks and hung out together. The only person who could say anything was MacDonald who was a psychopathic stalker.

    She should have reported him the first time he started stalking her. Forbes should also have reported the violent beating to the police.

    Her boyfriend when he gets out of jail automatically believes the worst from MacDonald, and Mona does not adequately explain to him that MacDonald has been stalking her. His reaction is contrived and unrealistic.

    The ending made no sense either. MacDonald was in her apartment harassing her, and regardless of where she shot him, she could plead self- defense. The police should also have done due diligence when investigating the shooting.

    We never find out if MacDonald lives or dies and whether Mona is charged with murder nor the outcome of her trial.

    Forbes and his wife drive away to the sound of pleasant music to rebuild their marriage and live happily ever after as he leaves behind a dead man, a man who may die, and an innocent woman whose life has been destroyed through no fault of her own.

    The plot is illogical and contrived, and the ending is even worse. This is a terrible movie with an unrealistic illogical plot and an even worse ending. That's an hour and a half of my life I will never get back.
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