"I'm going to kill you, Mrs. Preston!" ...Such are the terrifying phone messages Doris Day gets while living in London with classy, urbane husband Rex Harrison. She can't prove the phone-threats, nor does her story about being shoved in front of traffic hold any water, so everybody thinks Dodo is losing it. Could be, she breaks down in a torrent of tears in at least three scenes. But, this being a glossy Ross Hunter production (and one full of solid talent), it's never boring and manages to hold your interest. The identity of the nutcase is fairly easy to guess, but even after the unveiling there's some suspense, with Doris climbing down an unfinished building in the dark. Handsome production doesn't shock or surprise, yet it's a respectable, middle-of-the-road thriller. **1/2 from ****
Review of Midnight Lace
