Inside joke: When the police inspectors are searching the flat at the beginning, they come across some photographs of the dead woman's boyfriends. One comments to the other that they might recognise some of these men from their own rogues' gallery. He pauses, examines one and says knowingly, "John Mills!" Obviously a tongue-in-cheek reference to a certain fellow actor! See more »
Somebody misled me into watching this little time-waster. A woman is murdered. Whodunit? Was it her sister? The man who spurned her? The man she spurned? Who cares? There's not a single character in the film that you care about, nobody's interesting, there's not a trace of suspense, it's just an empty exercise in figuring out who the murderer is (yawn). In the end, the secret is revealed in a tiny clue, and the story is put to bed in the dullest denouement I can remember. They try to pump a little interest into this hackneyed old mystery by portraying most of the story in flashbacks and showing the victim while alive as having a different nature according to how various people saw her. Nice try, but it's not enough to save the film. Any comparison to Rashomon is ridiculous. You won't hate this film, but you'll be lucky to stay awake to the end.
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