The Money Trap (1965)

Director:

Burt Kennedy

Writers:

Walter Bernstein, Lionel White (novel)

Stars:

Glenn Ford, Elke Sommer, Rita Hayworth

Cast

Complete credited cast:
Glenn Ford	...	Joe Baron
Elke Sommer	...	Lisa Baron
Rita Hayworth	...	Rosalie Kenny
Joseph Cotten	...	Dr. Horace Van Tilden
Ricardo Montalban	...	Pete Delanos
Tom Reese	...	Matthews
James Mitchum	...	Detective Wolski
Argentina Brunetti	...	Aunt
Fred Essler	...	Mr. Klein
Eugene Iglesias	...	Father
Teri Lynn Sandoval	...	Amaya - Mexican Daughter
Rest of cast listed alphabetically:
Parley Baer	...	Banker (scenes deleted)
Stacy Harris	...	Drunken Man (scenes deleted)
Bill McLean	...	Delivery Man (scenes deleted)

Storyline

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Plot Keywords:

woman hanged | dead woman hanged | camera shot of feet | stockings | neo noir | 

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Taglines:

THIS WOMAN can change a tough cop into a tougher crook!

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Genres:

Crime | Drama

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Details

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Release Date:

2 February 1966 (USA)

Also Known As:

Goldfalle

Filming Locations:

Brousseau Mansion - 238 S. Bunker Hill Avenue, Bunker Hill, Downtown, Los Angeles, USA

Company Credits

Production Co:

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM)

Technical Specs

Runtime:

91 min

Sound Mix:

Mono (Westrex Recording System)

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

2.35 : 1

User Reviews

Jazzy crime drama strains a bit to be a hip, modern noir...great to look at, anyway

Lionel White's novel becomes an adequate time-filler from rote director Burt Kennedy. Big city cop Glenn Ford, anxious to hold on to luscious wife Elke Sommer, turns to crime; his partner of six years, Ricardo Montalban, wants in on the action. Familiar swindling and safe-cracking yarn goosed by Hal Schaefer's beatnik music, Paul Vogel's gorgeously bleak black-and-white cinematography, and interesting performances from an agreeable cast. Glenn Ford doesn't try hard to flesh out this complicated character, yet his smaller moments (like stroking Sommer's forearm in bed) go a long way to making a connection with the audience; Rita Hayworth (despite a corny send-off) is excellent as an alcoholic, and Montalban simmers with cat-like heat and paranoia. The dialogue is amusingly gritty ("I'm worried!" ... "Then worry with your mouth shut!") and the locales are vividly captured, however the M-G-M studio streets and back alleys look as phony as ever. **1/2 from ****