Man, some girls just have something about them. Something that grabs ya by the balls and twists and you wind up loving every second of it. Case in point: Lizbeth Scott as Mona Stevens in 1948 scandalous tale of infidelity and obsession, Pitfall. This is a great noir that shines an ugly light on what boredom can do to housewives and insurance investigators. The film’s plot attacks middle class values with smoking revolvers as it barrels headfirst into the unforgiving brick wall of fate. And doom. And blondes.
One-eyed director André de Toth’s Crime Wave is a unique little b-noir that knocked me on my ass. Although it’s considered “lesser noir” by many, I venomously disagree. Crime Wave packs a helluva wallop and is devoid of any of the “crime doesn’t pay” PSA bullshit. It’s a simple story that only runs about 73 minutes, but de Toth’s direction elevates the material to a film of tough beauty. He made the most of on location shoots, that combined with the top-notch acting by an impressive lineup of mugs make Crime Wave a must-see film noir.