Truly dreadful. The only redemption of this ghastly mess is it denouement: The protagonist turns out not to be a good writer after all but, as has been suspected by other, a hack.
John Shelton is the lead. He's a handsome man but he has very little charisma. He certainly is not a comedian. Virginia Grey was an appealing performer but she can't save this mess.
It plods, it bangs its knee, it stumbles along till its very welcome end.
The movie itself has no charm. Additionally, it has one of the most egregiously offensive ostensibly funny drunks in movie history: Donald Meek. He is cast rather against type, as a writer of Western pulp fiction. When we meet him he is drunk and he is always drunk, clad in the robe from a Turkish bath, swilling booze and engaging in what are meant to be hilarious hijinks.
The whole thing adds up to one of the absolute worst B-pictures I have ever seen. Please keep unearthing these oldies, because many are undeservedly forgotten. This one, thought, earns every ounce of neglect it has had.
John Shelton is the lead. He's a handsome man but he has very little charisma. He certainly is not a comedian. Virginia Grey was an appealing performer but she can't save this mess.
It plods, it bangs its knee, it stumbles along till its very welcome end.
The movie itself has no charm. Additionally, it has one of the most egregiously offensive ostensibly funny drunks in movie history: Donald Meek. He is cast rather against type, as a writer of Western pulp fiction. When we meet him he is drunk and he is always drunk, clad in the robe from a Turkish bath, swilling booze and engaging in what are meant to be hilarious hijinks.
The whole thing adds up to one of the absolute worst B-pictures I have ever seen. Please keep unearthing these oldies, because many are undeservedly forgotten. This one, thought, earns every ounce of neglect it has had.