3/10
End of the line for the queen of the lot, and I doubt her exit shed tears from the critics.
27 December 2017
Warning: Spoilers
I give Vera Hruba Ralston credit for hanging onto her career even though her films were pretty much overlooked and underviewed. She lasted nearly two decades as the favorite of Republic studio head Herbert J. Yates, pretty much the Norma Shearer to his Irving Thalberg, or basically the Marion Davies to his William Randolph Hearst. Hers was a career guided by the boss and for 17 years, misguided as a film star. I've been fascinated by her for a while now, finding more of her rare films. She's a wooden actress, rather bland looking yet there's a fascinating aura about her that doesn't excuse her lack of talent, but it's difficult to take your eyes off of her.

Not many actors lose their accent when they sing, but Ralston does. I've seen her sing in a few films, and it never fails to hear her slow speaking accent and then hear a non accented singing voice. Ralston is a sudden widow who witnessed a murder involving narcotic agents and has a breakdown. She's quizzed by tough talking Rod Cameron, protected by dumb as nails (but no one I'd want to mess with) Mike Mazurki, and possibly hiding something. Ralston doesn't have the ability to express anything really, so you have to go along with the idea that she's either a complete innocent or totally bad to the bone and able to hide her feelings simply by closing off her mind to the meaning of everything she says or does. I give the writers credit for playing around this lack of ability, and it doesn't hurt that the black and white photography and editing are above average. What's unfortunate is the slow pacing and often stagnant acting by minor actors.
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