A private eye escapes his past to run a gas station in a small town, but his past catches up with him. Now he must return to the big city world of danger, corruption, double crosses and duplicitous dames.
Homicide Capt. Finlay finds evidence that one or more of a group of demobilized soldiers is involved in the death of Joseph Samuels. In flashbacks, we see the night's events from different viewpoints as Sergeant Keeley investigates on his own, trying to clear his friend Mitchell, to whom circumstantial evidence points. Then the real, ugly motive for the killing begins to dawn on both Finlay and Keeley... Written by
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When Floyd and Finlay are arguing in Floyd's apartment, the boom operator is repeatedly reflected in the mirror. See more »
Police Captain Finlay:
What kind of guys?
You know the kind. Played it safe during the war, keepin' themselves in civvies, nice apartments, swell dames... you know the kind.
Police Captain Finlay:
I'm not sure that I do.
Some of 'em are named Samuels, some of 'em have funnier names.
He oughta look at a casualty list sometime. There's a lot of funny names there, too.
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Absolutely fantastic film that still holds up 57 years later!
I first saw CROSSFIRE as a 10-year-old kid in his favorite neighborhood theater in Philadelphia one hot Saturday afternoon. Did I understand it? No, not completely, but one message DID ring through clearly ... that of anti-Semitism, which was alive and well during those years following WWII. But, as I matured, I happened to catch it on not less than three additional occasions, and came out each time with a totally different perspective. Today, at age 67, and having been around the block a few times, I can safely say that there is no room for anti-Semitism today, nor was there in 1947. Of course, to love thy brother is THE way toward a more sensible coexistence... especially in times when the security of ALL is threatened. As for the performances in CROSSFIRE, you couldn't have in any better: Robert Mitchum was superb as a placid veteran in the company of Robert Ryan, who was dynamite as his psychotic counterpart who killed Sam Levene just because he was a Jew. Robert Montgomery did quite well as the detective trying to get to the bottom of an apparently senseless crime. This is TRUE film noire, in "glorious black and white," short, sweet, and very much to the point. GOD! I LOVE those films from the late-'40s and early-50s! Happy viewing everyone!
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