Another plodding noir. Dull writing and direction, poor acting, badly paced. So little imagination went into this that at one point someone actually says "4321" as a phone number. I mean, come on!
Why am I wasting my time watching any film that does not have Jean Arthur in it?
A scrumptious sugarpuff of a film in the best possible way: I adored it. Jean Arthur is absolute magic. She has such a talent for comedy, both physically and in her delivery, and I love everything about her. She looks so cute here, too - in her work outfits, in her stripey pyjamas, and that supercute playsuit when she's up on the roof!…
Still perfect, still gorgeous and devastating. Gloria Grahame is exquisite and Bogart is at the top of his game.
I first saw it about a year ago; watching it the second time around I was able to really luxuriate in every moment. And I was lucky enough to catch it on the big screen: magic.