The daughter of a Nevada casino owner gets involved with a racketeer, despite everyone's efforts to separate them.
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Title: Desert Fury (1947)
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| Complete credited cast: | |||
| John Hodiak | ... | Eddie Bendix | |
| Lizabeth Scott | ... | Paula Haller | |
| Burt Lancaster | ... | Tom Hanson | |
| Wendell Corey | ... | Johnny Ryan | |
| Mary Astor | ... | Fritzi Haller | |
| Kristine Miller | ... | Claire Lindquist | |
| William Harrigan | ... | Judge Berle Lindquist | |
| James Flavin | ... | Sheriff Pat Johnson | |
| Jane Novak | ... | Mrs. Lindquist | |
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Anna Camargo | ... | Rosa |
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Fritzi Haller is a powerful casino owner in Chuckawalla, Nevada. Her daughter Paula (having quit school) returns at the same time as racketeer Eddie Bendix, who left under suspicion of murdering his wife. Paula and Eddie become involved; each for their own reasons, Fritzi, Paula's old beau Tom, and Eddie's pal Johnny try to break up the relationship. Then Eddie's past catches up with him in an unexpected way. Written by Rod Crawford <puffinus@u.washington.edu>
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Fritzi Haller: Oh don't talk like that! The Judge...
Paula Haller: Judge! Even the title's phony.
Fritzi Haller: He's trying to be nice, he said he'd talk to her.
Paula Haller: He's been talking to her ever since I was eight years ago.
Fritzi Haller: Well you're not eight years old anymore.
Paula Haller: No. I used to cry when I was eight.
Fritzi Haller: But you don't ...
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Lizabeth Scott walks down the main street of the town carrying a book, of which we can see the beginning of the title: "This Is." The book is "This Is My Best," an anthology by 93 writers of a short humorous work which they consider their best. See more »Goofs
Eddie pours a cup of hot coffee down the back of the neck of a cafe customer, yet the customer does not cry out or make any sound. See more »Quotes
Paula Haller: What did you tell her, Judge? That there's really no difference between us, that you're one of Fritzi's partners? That you make your money the same way Fritzi does except you get paid off in back alleys so that you can stay respectable?Fritzi Haller: Oh don't talk like that! The Judge...
Paula Haller: Judge! Even the title's phony.
Fritzi Haller: He's trying to be nice, he said he'd talk to her.
Paula Haller: He's been talking to her ever since I was eight years ago.
Fritzi Haller: Well you're not eight years old anymore.
Paula Haller: No. I used to cry when I was eight.
Fritzi Haller: But you don't ...
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15 August 1947 (USA) See more »Also Known As:
Desert Town See more »Company Credits
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A cracker of a film noir in colour. John Hodiak is the gambler with a dead wife, Lizabeth Scott is the broad who looks like her, Burt Lancaster is the sheriff in love with Scott and Mary Astor is simply terrific as Scott's hard-as-nails mother; oh, and then there's Hodiak's henchman played by a then unknown Wendell Corey who is obviously gay and in love with Hodiak and who will do whatever it takes to keep him for himself. Yes, "Desert Fury" has an edge to it that other noirs of the period didn't. Robert Rossen wrote the screenplay and it may be safe to say that it was probably the best thing Lewis Allen ever did. A small classic.