Oddball genre mashup which kicks off with a gunshot as if it's going to be a melodrama with a touch of noir, like Mildred Pierce (1945). But then wanders off into comedy, as if Nicholas Ray got bored during the extensive, troubled production. The police detective's screwball wife ends up taking on the case!
Maureen O'Hara plays an ex-singing star who lost her career to a throat infection and plans to manage a protégée (Gloria Grahame) to the big time, assisted by the wolfish piano player (Melvyn Douglas) who keeps a lascivious eye on them both. When the gun is fired, the ingénue goes to intensive care and the svengali to prison.
So a grizzled, stalwart detective (Jay C. Flippen) investigates. With his interfering wife (Mary Philips). There is an interesting- if familiar- premise in the spirit of James M. Cain. But it is squandered through poor direction, script and editing. And probably the usual interference from RKO boss, Howard Hughes.
The characters are anaemic and inconsistent. The main asset is Gloria Grahame as the small town dumb blonde who just happens to emote like all the sorrows of the world. GG shows she can do comedy, though her singing is dubbed. She's photographed beautifully and gets all the best lines. And Ray married her shortly after production wrapped.