Talk about being late to the party! Three years after the demise of Joe McCarthy we have this sluggish dog of a movie dragging its lackluster ass into the winding down, 50s, anti communist festivities. And with Dana Andrews sleepwalking through his performance and Jacques Tourneur happy to have his camera be at the service of white men in suits talking to each other the proper rating for this film is T, for tired.
Review of The Fearmakers
