I have seen around 20 features by Edgar G. Ulmer, and this is perhaps the worst of the group. I saw very good films that surprised me, but among the not-too-good pack, even "The Naked Venus" has some redeeming value. There is nothing to do about this one. It is even unintenionally funny, as in the final confrontation between Pops and The Ghost (who goes nuts) or the "propaganda scene" the next morning. It somehow made me remember the resolution of Emilio Fernández's masterpiece "Enamorada", when aristocratic María Félix takes the "soldadera" route and decides to follow her lover and join the Mexican revolution. But there is no revolution in this one, just a silly mellow date in San Francisco, too sticky for Ulmer's cynic universe.
Review of Tomorrow We Live
