Unfortunately, I don't have anything good to write about this one. Depressingly bland.
The Glass Key lacks some of its original source's explosiveness, but it's still an entertaining telling of one of Hammett's most interesting stories, as Heisler's bland direction (with the obvious exception of Madvig's escape, wonderful in its grittiness) doesn't hamper William Bendix's great performance. Veronica Lake and Alan Ladd had a better chemistry (and a better director) a few months earlier in This Gun for Hire, but they remain one of the best Golden Age screen couples.
« [post 1945] les Russes ont fait des films de martyre. Les Américains des films de publicité. Les Anglais ont fait ce qu'ils font toujours dans le cinéma, rien. »
- Godard, Histoire(s) du cinéma
The comparisons with Psycho are unavoidable, but while watching it was another Hitchcock (Rear Window) that kept coming to mind, as if some sort of reflex: first there was the audience’s voyeurism, and now there’s the director’s, in a highly personal (and daring, mainly in…