Bedevilled

It seems that Mitchell Leisen was in love with France and Paris and the results were often excellent ("arise ,my love" "midnight" ).In other movies he displays the same Francophilia ,even if the stories do not take place there :"Frenchman's creek " , "Hold back the dawn" .

"Bedevilled" (the ludicrous French title is "Boulevard De Paris"!),sadly is not in the same league as the works I mention above. He couldn't capture the Parisian zeitgeist and the chemistry between Ann Baxter and Steve Forrest is nonexistent.It takes a lot of imagination to believe that they are eaten with desire and that the would be future priest has to fight to stay chaste .The story is muddled and worthless ,the kind of story an average viewer has been told and told and told.

For the French audience ,there are some of our actors: Victor Francen as a priest was already used by Leisen in "hold back the dawn"(he reads the famous lines of the statue of liberty,a gift from France to the USA!) ;Simone Renant as an ambiguous clothes designer and fashion businesswoman Forrest meets on the plane ;Maurice Teynac is the villain and Raymond Bussières the concierge.

Leisen's wit and his good sense of humor have metamorphosed into an annoying and very unsatisfying lack of weight or consequence and into what we have got to call bigotry.

In the 1950's, Baxter seemed to be on a roll when it came to tempting priests! First Monty Clift in "I Confess" and then Forrest in this film. Forrest (looking quite handsome and dashing) is on his way to Rome to take his priestly vows, but first has a layover in Paris. His roomie gets sick from the flight, so he sets out to catch a glimpse of The City of Lights. He's barely turned a corner when breathless Baxter hops in his cab, teary and worried. It turns out she's just been present at a murder and fears she is the next target. Forrest decides to help her, many times and in a variety of ways, often risking his own position and value system as a future man of the cloth. They scurry around Paris, the good parts and the bad, as he tries to help her exit the country. Eventually, they discover that they've been keeping some very important secrets from each other and this leads to a hyper-melodramatic resolution. The film is preposterous in the extreme and occasionally quite dull, though not without a few moments of unintentional hilarity. Forrest presents a calm, likable hero, even if his character doesn't always make a lot of sense in his decisions. Baxter is attractive, but unbelievable. Carrying on raspy conversations (often without looking at Forrest) as if she's narrating some film noir, she lays on the hard dame act in her best Claire Trevor impersonation. Amusingly, she skulks about Paris in a LOUD Helen Rose gown and sulks in an attic space wearing a cocktail dress and heels. One particularly ridiculous moment has the pair discussing incredibly sensitive information in the echoey and cavernous Napoleon's Tomb. Later, Forrest practically yells similar information during a quiet fashion show. No wonder they are always just one step away from being caught! What the film does offer is some striking and lovely location shots of Paris and some nicely photographed scenes throughout. Alfred Hitchcock was clearly an inspiration here, both in story and execution with an everyman and a blonde being thrown into a purportedly suspenseful situation. Unfortunately, the script and direction are nowhere near the level of Hitchcock product. The ending is not only ridiculous (and fall-down funny), but also pointless. If it were just a little worse, it may have ranked in Movieline magazine's "Bad Movies We Love". As it stands, it's worth a look for fans of the stars and an occasional hoot at the ludicrous goings-on.

The suspense in Bedevilled turns out to be whether Steve Forrest will break the vow of celibacy he hasn't yet taken. (Maybe he was following in the footsteps of his brother Dana Andrews, who played a priest in Edge of Doom.) As an American off to Rome to study for Holy Orders, Forrest gets three days to kill in Paris. When his buddy Robert Christopher, nauseous after their bumpy transatlantic flight, takes to bed, Forrest decides to explore the city on his own. But, like nuns, those seminarians travel in pairs for good reason: They might run smack into Anne Baxter.

Forrest's attempts at cool politeness seem wasted on the mercurial Baxter, who either clings to him for comfort or tells him to clear out of her life ('I don't know you from AC/DC,' she snaps at one point). When the police show up at the Elephant Blanc, a cabaret where she sings, she names Forrest as her alibi for the past several hours, even though they've just met. She tells him she just witnessed a murder and may soon wind up a victim herself. When some thugs start following her, Forrest helps her hide out until she can flee the country (no easy task, since her passport has been stolen).

Meanwhile, Forrest is seriously A.W.O.L. from his vocation. When Christopher, hunting the fleshpots of Paris, locates him in a garret in the slums, he offers his help. But Forrest, operating under the constraints of Hollywood's thick-headed male code, rebuffs him. He rebuffs Baxter, too, whose feelings for him have started to stir. (Why won't he tell her of his vocation? Is he ashamed?) Finally, after a chase over rooftops and up and down countless steps, Baxter and Forrest take refuge in a church. There, humbled in the presence of the Absolute, she starts to reveal a little more of her story....

If there was a good way out of the plot she welded together, scriptwriter Jo Eisinger didn't find it. (Her career started strongly, with benchmark noirs like Gilda and Night and the City, but petered out into the sentimental and far-fetched - The System, Crime of Passion.) The suspense mechanisms of Baxter's plight stay sketched in only roughly, while Forrest's drab dilemma (theology versus biology) takes top priority; that a woman's life is at stake seems less momentous than whether he might succumb to temptation. The ending satisfactorily resolves neither character's problem. Bedevilled closes on a chord of attempted uplift that strikes a gratingly sour note.

Actor Steve Forrest is a young good looking man named Gregory Fitzgerald who has flown to Paris France with another seminarian named Tony Lugacetti (Robert Christopher) as a stop over for a few days before starting their intense priesthood formal training. While travelling by cab to meet up with another priest for dinner a mysterious woman frantically jumps into his cab and begs Gregory to allow her to share his cab with her to escape someone who is chasing her. The young seminarian Gregory is intrigued but more earnestly just wants to help this pretty damsel whose distress is visible all over her worried face and in her nervous mannerisms.

Gradually we find out that the woman in distress is a cabaret singer named Monica Johnson (Anne Baxter) and she is trying to flee the country to avoid being murdered herself by a very wealthy and prominent French tycoon.

Other reviewers have said there was no chemistry between actors Steve Forrest and Anne Baxter but you have to appreciate that Steve Forrest was playing a seminarian who pledges himself to God and to refuse any sexual offers of any kind even if it means saying no to the sultry blonde and vivacious Anne Baxter.

As this mystery unfolds most men and women would be disappointed with the ending which I will not spoil for those still interested in seeing it for themselves. Suffice to say I thoroughly enjoyed this suspense/thriller/mystery and I also felt that both Steve Forrest and Anne Baxter were exceptional in their respective roles.

I give Bedevilled an excellent 8 out of 10 IMDB rating.

Mitchell Leisen directs "Bedevilled," a 1955 film starring Steve Forrest and Anne Baxter. Forrest plays Greg, who is en route to a seminary in order to study for the priesthood.

On the plane to Paris, where they will spend a few days before proceeding to the seminary, his fellow traveler becomes ill. This leaves Greg free to see Paris on his own. Just his luck, he runs into a cabaret singer, Monica (a blond Anne Baxter) who has a major problem. She witnessed a murder and now some thugs of a very important man, Trevelle (Maurice Teynac) are after her. She won't go to the police; it's her word against Trevelle, and with his power, he'll be believed.

This movie is supposed to ask the question, will Greg decide the priesthood isn't for him, but I am just guessing. I didn't get this dilemma from Steve Forrest, not one of my favorite actors. He was a good-looking man and stalwart, but he had no chemistry with Baxter, and frankly, he just wasn't much of an actor. I'm prejudiced, having seen him in "Hollywood Wives" in the '80s, an unfortunately unforgettable experience.

So while Greg walks around with a serious look on his face and tries to help Monica, Monica is pretty close to hysterics when she's not trying to figure out what Greg's story is. For some reason, priests and nuns who wear plain clothes in movies never want to tell anyone what they do -- or in this case, intend to do -- for a living.

The end of this film made no sense regarding the motives of one character. Bad script.

If you can ignore the very melodramatic music, the photography (this was done in color) is gorgeous, and the film was actually made in Paris. Toward the end of the film, there is a wonderful segment as the two main characters go onto the roof of a building at night.

Not much to recommend it, but if you like films set in Paris, you might want to check it out.