Masterful Cinema

The movie is wildly uneven but lively and timely - in its own surreal way

The acting in this movie is really good.

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

Over the opening credits, a train delivers someone mysterious to Vienna. The mysterious American man sends a telegram to coolly attractive Joan Camden (as Karen), which is secretively picked up by her maid. The unhappy wife of successful concert pianist Francis Lederer (as Claude Manelli), Ms. Camden is expecting the telegram. Alas, it is intercepted and delivered to Mr. Lederer. He wants to keep his wife and believes getting rid of the mysterious man would prevent Camden from running away to the United States. Meanwhile, handsome immigrant Donald Buka (as Toni Sponer) finds an older friend drunk and agrees to drive his taxicab on New Year's Eve. Down-on-his-luck, Mr. Buka would like to go back to America, but he can't get a passport due to illegally selling cigarettes. Driving his drunk friend's taxi, Buka crosses paths with Lederer...This relatively unknown classic was produced by actor Turhan Bey and is his only credit in that category. More active in other capacities, Gunther von Fritsch directed only four feature films, beginning with "Curse of the Cat People" (1944). He guides his cast and photographer Helmut Ashley very effectively. Nearly every camera shot and actor's gesture is substantive. The director fully engages during the long sequence wherein Buka loses track of his taxi passenger, from the construction worker and busy traffic to the drunken man with his balloon, then body disposal. Earlier, note the way best supporting actress-worthy Inge Konradi (as Marie) looks at Buka in their first scene together; she's not the leading lady, but we know she would like Buka to drive her cab. The minor flaw is an ending that reaches for something that really wasn't there.********Stolen Identity (1953-04-03) Gunther von Fritsch ~ Donald Buka, Joan Camden, Francis Lederer, Inge Konradi

****SPOILERS*** Long forgotten-if ever remembered-little film noir that takes place in post war Vienna about this American Toni Sponer, Donald Buka, on the lamb for crimes that's never really explained. It's Toni who borrows his friend Heinth's, Manfred Inger, taxi so he can make a few dollars or marks to pay his expenses since he doesn't have the proper work papers to drive it. As it turns out his first costumer businessman Jack Mortimer is shot dead from behind while in his cab. With a dead man on his hands or in his taxi an no passport or work papers on him Toni takes on the dead mans identity as well as passport and working papers thinking that will get him out of the country and back into the USA.As things turned out for Toni he gets in far more trouble that he could have ever dreamed of. That in that Mortimer was planning to elope with famed pianist's Claude Manelli's ,Francis Lederer, wife Karen, Joan Camden,who at the local police station, in seeing Mortermar's dead body, realized that Toni was impersonating him. Claude who also realized that fact was now determined that Toni leave the country, as the dead Jack Mortimer, to cover up his murder of him. At first playing along with Claude Toni falls in love with his wife Karen which makes Claude go completely bananas and in the end expose himself as the person behind Jack Mortimer's murder! ****SPOILERS*** At first cool as a cucumber Claude realizing that he's in too deep blows his plan to get away with Mortimer's murder when it's discovered in Mortimer's-whom Claude claimed he never knew-suitcase has a photo of Claude together with Karen as well as Mortimer, as the best man, at their wedding! Which has Claude, who's by then a mental case, make a brake for it only to get caught by the police as he tries to get on a plane, that already taken off, to escape capture! As for Toni all is forgiven by the police in what his previous past was, that again is never explained, and given a free pass or plane ride back to the states with his now fiancé Karen at his side.

Stolen Identity (1953)You want to like this movie for a lot of reasons, one of them being the filming location, actual Austria (Vienna), which is announced at the opening credits. Most of it is at night over wet streets, with modernist architecture and signage mixing with that sense of Old Europe that can be enchanting. It also has an actress I really fell for in "The Captive City," filmed the year before, Joan Camden. It's about murder and fugitives from the law and a confusion about who is who (as the title suggests).But it stumbles along, a compromise of many intentions. When it plays as a straight up suspense movie, we are captive, and impressed. But the actual events get muddled a little, the editing seems a bit off (running from abrupt to lingering on a scene too long). And Camden, in her role as the young wife of a concert pianist, hardly appears at all. On top of all this is large cast of secondary characters who are range from a hair awkward to a bit caricatured, all of them speaking in slightly compromised English (some Austrian German and subtitles would have been great, but not acceptable at the time). Director Gunther von Fritsch isn't known in particular for any great accomplishments--he was Austrian, and helped pull together what is an Austrian production in most respects (officially the Austrian Transglobe-Film), but it is infused with American talent and is all in English. von Fritsch was involved as co-director on two interesting (American) films, "This is Cinerama" and "Curse of the Cat People."All that said, the movie is different than the usual film noirs with the same visual feel. The hero is a bit of an ordinary chap, an American (played by Donald Buka) without papers in a foreign city brimming with assorted characters. And he gets a lucky break in his trying to get out of Vienna, but it's loaded with danger and utter mystery.Camden, when she appears further in the movie, is at first a disappointment, having to take on a role that isn't naturally her own until later, when she is more genuine. Hang in there! The pianist is a rugged masculine type, Czech-Hungarian actor Francis Lederer, and he holds up the music scenes as much as the music itself. And it's all filmed nicely. So in all, you don't mind watching even if you wonder where the thrust of the plot goes at times.Expect a fast cascade of interesting scenes, and situations that are really quite tense and dramatic. Many of the scenes are terrific in their use of light, deep shadows, and general photography. But don't expect it to fall together with the verve and elegance it could have had. And it almost became a romance, which would have lifted it considerably.

Previous commentators have noted the similarity in appearance between this film and The Third Man, director Carol Reed's classic film noir starring Orson Welles and Joseph Cotten. This similarity strikes the viewer almost immediately. It is, indeed, high praise to be compared to Robert Krasker's academy award- winning cinematography in The Third Man. The plot of Stolen Identity also has been delineated fairly accurately but in rather ordinary terms. I found it highly creative and entertaining. As common as the "Mistaken - or Stolen - Identity" device is in both theater and cinema, it is only a device and not to be mistaken for the plot, itself. Consequently, while the viewer may have seen this device "a thousand" times, the plot of Stolen Identity is full of surprises and twists based upon this device. It is the unexpected turns that make this film much fresher, more original and engrossing than a plot synopsis might convey. Stolen Identity doesn't rely on the kind of suspense that characterizes most film noire, because there is no real mystery here. Instead, it relies on constant, smaller surprises. In short, the Mistaken Identity device is rather common; but this plot is not.Finally, although I was not familiar with the cast, I found the acting to be uniformly good, occasionally outstanding. I easily could have imagined other actors turning this film into a melodrama, with bombast, overblown gestures and obvious facial expressions. The acting is always more restrained and subtle. Donald Buka is especially restrained and credible, never "blowing his cover" with an obvious facial expression as we see too often in films that depend on the maintenance of subterfuge to sustain dramatic tension.The only disappointment in this otherwise fine film was the very weak development of the love story sub-plot. As it stands, it seems like an afterthought - a mild surprise, in fact - tacked on to the end. Or perhaps during their shared ordeal, the actors simply couldn't convey a palpable level of chemistry that I could appreciate. This sub-plot should have been made more apparent as the story unfolded. All in all, I thought this film was a fine little gem, and I wondered why I had not seen it before. Try it, you'll like it.