His Kind of Woman (Farrow, 1951)
This review contains spoilers.
A solid and entertaining film noir. Nothing here knocked me off my feet or had some sort of profound emotional impact on me. But there are so many good qualities to this film that I couldn’t help but lose myself unashamedly for two hours. The great use of light and shadow was a productive noir staple, and the beautiful scenic setting helped create a unique noir atmosphere not like many other films in the genre. The slow build up for the protagonist and his love interest (his kind of woman) was a break from the norm and helped keep the pace at a relaxingly smooth level. But I’ve read a lot of complaints about the point where the action starts to pick up, and Vincent Price’s goofy character leads a charge to save the protagonist from a group of dangerous mobsters. The attack is, without a doubt, silly and unrealistic. But the idea of the attack is right in line with everything we know of Price’s character up to that point. I actually like the idea if it had been executed differently, and don’t consider it the film-ruining flaw that some do. Glad I watched this. 7.75/10