A dreadfully dry start works up to a punchier second half in this espionage soaper. Leigh, pre-Gone with the Wind, is simply charming, and Veidt, pre-Casablanca, is--well--simply German. Stagey and stodgy, the film's real spectacle comes via the very prominent four or five showpiece sets with layers of people and dressing: the clubs, the concert hall, etc. Obviously the same stage, but rearranged for each purpose, and handsomely accomplished and well-utilized. The tempo quickens as this half-baked romance blooms from the midpoint of the film to the end, and the script cleverly circles around the narrative as flashback disguised as the present, so there are redeeming moments during its brief 75-minute run time. But, for its day, Dark Journey gently tugs and washes over you with a quelle scandale quality that sounds even more intriguing when trying to explain the plot to your wife in the next room.