I wonder if this movie was written by a fur fetishist, or possibly by a fur-phobe. Somebody involved in 'Souls for Sables' seems to be firmly convinced that every woman has an innately evil side that will come to the surface if she acquires a fur coat, especially a sable.
Fred Garlan is a working stiff whose wife Alice pesters him to give her a sable coat, but he can't afford it. Then Alice meets the older roue Harrison Morrill, who lets her win money from him in a poker game; he persuades her to let him invest the money in the stock market for her: when it profits, he uses the funds to buy her the desired sable. But when Fred finds the coat in his wife's wardrobe, all hell breaks loose.
Meanwhile, in a seamier subplot, Alice's friend Esther likewise wants a sable ... but she acquires hers by rather dirtier means than Alice does. When her husband Jim finds out, he promptly shoots her.
There's a weird moralistic tone to this film, strongly implying that fur coats are innately evil and immoral. Yet the movie lingers over shots of living mannequins, as well as Alice and Esther, luxuriating in lush sables. All rather hypocritical and mealy-mouthed. My rating for this pot-boiler: barely 4 out of 10.
Fred Garlan is a working stiff whose wife Alice pesters him to give her a sable coat, but he can't afford it. Then Alice meets the older roue Harrison Morrill, who lets her win money from him in a poker game; he persuades her to let him invest the money in the stock market for her: when it profits, he uses the funds to buy her the desired sable. But when Fred finds the coat in his wife's wardrobe, all hell breaks loose.
Meanwhile, in a seamier subplot, Alice's friend Esther likewise wants a sable ... but she acquires hers by rather dirtier means than Alice does. When her husband Jim finds out, he promptly shoots her.
There's a weird moralistic tone to this film, strongly implying that fur coats are innately evil and immoral. Yet the movie lingers over shots of living mannequins, as well as Alice and Esther, luxuriating in lush sables. All rather hypocritical and mealy-mouthed. My rating for this pot-boiler: barely 4 out of 10.
