Key Witness

John Beal is a hardworking office worker. He's supervised by petty tyrant Harry Hayden, and things are no better at home, where his wife, Barbara Read, berates him for not getting ahead. Then one day, while Miss Read is out of town, Beal's pl drags him to the horse races, where Beal hits the daily double on a couple of long shots. He tells Hayden off, and is spending some of the money on a good time when the girl he is with has her ex-husband come in and shoot her dead. Terrified by the thought of being found guilty of murder, Beal becomes a hobo for several years. Then one day he winds up in the hospital, where he is mistaken for a rich industrialist's son, who the man has not seen since he was two.

Although this might have made a nice two-reel movie, or perhaps an episode of the Alfred Hitchcock show, it goes on way too long, with Beal being an inert lump who absorbs good and bad luck like a bean bag. At a shorter length, it might have some sardonic wit. But at 67 minutes, you have time to despise every character in it.

Fortunately for Beal, he was another of those actors who didn't need the silver screen. He lived for another fifty years and prospered, on stage and big and little screens, dying in 1997 at the age of 87.