Sorry, this movie sucks

One of my all time favorites.

i must have seen a different film!!

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

Vintage film buffs are here offered a cast to die for from the top-billed Roz Russell through Leon Ames, Clare Trevor and Sydney Greenstreet, who turns up four and a half reels in and immediately embarks on a cat-and- mouse duel with Russell. Although there have been a sprinkling - Stage Door, Morning Glory, All About Eve - the theatre hasn't featured too often in film so The Velvet Touch fills an all-too real gap. God knows how much Sardi's shelled out for product placement but it was worth it for the theatre-buff viewers who will lap up the atmosphere. The plot fits where it touches but this time around it's a case of the whole is bigger than the sum of its parts.

Following the costly failure of "Mourning Becomes Electra," which Russell and her husband Frederick Brisson had produced themselves, this somewhat more commercial enterprise put the star back in the public's good graces. She plays a highly successful Broadway actress, groomed from youth by producer Ames, who longs to branch out from the romantic comedies she's known for and perform in "Hedda Gabler" for a competitor of his. When Ames responds to her wishes with blackmail threats, a fight ensues and he winds up dead. Fortunately for Russell, no one seems to notice that she was even in Ames' office and she is able to slink out, leaving the blame at another person's doorstep. However, guilt begins to eat away at her and she can't seem to elude Greenstreet, the inspector on the case. Despite the bright promise of a relationship with new beau Genn and the ability to fulfill her dreams on stage, she starts to feel the heat of her inadvertent crime. Russell, looking fine in a series of Travis Banton costumes, gives a dedicated and engrossing performance, despite the presence of a few mannerisms, which would eventually become part and parcel of her repertoire. Genn is smooth and even a bit mysterious. The pair had starred in "Electra" and was deemed to have chemistry enough for another teaming despite that film's box office non-performance. Ames is appropriately commanding, demanding and nasty, yet shows a tad of humanity under all his bravado. Trevor, as a rival for both Ames' attention and the theatre audiences', gives an excellent performance. She won an Oscar this same year for "Key Largo." Russell was wise to let her retain her snarky dialogue and let her have a few moments in the sun as it benefits the film nicely to have a costar of her stature. Greenstreet has fun with his probing character (who enjoys bursts of laughter at unexpected times.) Generally, the cast is made up of above-average actors, which aids the quality of the film and makes it interesting to watch today. Comic veteran McHugh has a small role as a stage manager while attractive newcomers Barker and Hyer have little roles as actors in Russell's current play. Tobin appears as an implied-gay gossip columnist. It's an interesting enough mystery story made more palatable by the sheen of some beautiful sets (not the least of which is the opulent theatre itself, one of the largest sets of its kind), costumes and dramatic lighting. It also contains some entertaining dialogue (pre-dating "All About Eve," which would ratchet the chatter up even further, by two years.) Fans of harmonic men's groups will get a kick out of the title tune, crooned by an unknown gaggle of gentlemen.

When the opening credits come up, you think that this film is going to be a musical as a chorus serenades us with "The Velvet Touch", a thoroughly forgettable song. It's an extremely strange beginning for a murder drama; however, it swings into the story in short order and is off and running.Roz plays an established Broadway star partnered with Leon Ames, her producer and long-time paramour. She falls for the rather bland Leo Genn and seeks to break off her collaboration, both professional and personal with Ames. He's not having it and she clubs him over the head. Exit Mr. Ames. Claire Trevor, looking a bit frumpy here, is the long suffering and rejected lover of Ames. She is blamed for the murder and commits suicide. Will Roz confess, kill herself out of guilt on stage while appearing in "Hedda Gabler" or get away with murder? That is the question. Add the excellent Sidney Greenstreet as a New York police detective (who came up with that casting?)and some good character parts with Frank McHugh and Esther Howard and you should have a winner. But the story, partly told in flashback, while satisfactory, is not particularly spell binding. The film really begins to drag after the opening murder scenes and doesn't seem to have that extra punch/suspense/plot twist necessary to fully hold your interest. It's not bad, it's just not that good.

Sydney Greenstreet and his loud, frequent guffaw (6 years after Maltese Falcon and Casablanca) plays Captain Danbury trying to track down a murderer, with a few twists and turns. Viewers will recognize Gordon Dunning, played by Leon Ames, who often had roles of authority, -- the sheriff, the DA, the commissioner, the captain on a ship. Rosalind Russell (10 years after playing Sylvia Fowler in "The Women") plays Valerie Stanton, a stage actress ( although Agnes Moorhead would also have been PERFECT for this role). Leo Genn, Claire Trevor (Key Largo, The High & Mighty), Frank McHugh, and Walter Kingsford also play very believable characters. Note also Theresa Harris, the dresser, who was also in "The Women" with RR. Good solid story from 1948, no obvious plot-holes.