Sorry, Wrong Number ★★★½

Thing I love about these old noir movies is the way everything rattles along.  A sleepy Saturday afternoon with me drowsy on the settee meant that I had to concentrate to keep abreast of the twist and turns, but well worth it. 

I’ve always found Burt Lancaster to be a bit strange as an actor - a big physical presence and quick likeable, but also pretty stiff. In this he adds a sort of trippy far aaway look which is matche by Barbara Stanwych’s scheming callousness. 

They were both great.  I guess it was of it’s time, but the soundtrack was a bit over the top at times when telegraphing every bad thing about to happen, though it was great when needed for the big denouement.