Noir works best in the shadows; Pitfall spends too much time in daylight. It’s a story of middle-class malaise, where a bored insurance man goes sniffing around for trouble and, inevitably, finds it. The “pitfall” isn’t crime or passion but the quiet rot of routine — and how a flicker of excitement can burn down an entire life.
Dick Powell does well as the weary everyman, and Lizabeth Scott brings more warmth than the script deserves. Raymond Burr, meanwhile, looms like a thundercloud that never quite breaks.
There’s style here — sleek direction, sharp dialogue, and a sense of moral hangover — but it never quite catches fire. What could’ve been a gripping descent into guilt and desire ends up feeling a little too neat, too tidy for noir. You can see the shape of a great film under the surface; it just never digs deep enough.
Clever film noir about the midlife crisis of a comfortable insurance examiner (Dick Powell) who is stuck with everything he ever wanted. He has a big house, a beautiful wife (Jane Wyatt) and an adorable son, but it is no longer enough. His discontent brings him under the influence of Lizabeth Scott, a classy knockout whose latest sugar daddy is serving time for embezzlement.
The witty script offers a commentary on the wage slave’s disillusion with his usual routine. Ironically, while his affair gives him distraction, he still acts in a predictable pattern, because every man the luxury girl meets wants a taste of her glamour. Which includes the crazy PI (Raymond Burr) who stalks her.
Easy to see why. At first it seems the sultry, husky Liz is posting another Lauren Bacall impersonation. But soon enough I was also considering some reckless embezzlement. She is sensational as a femme fatale who is not actually bad. People just can't help destroying themselves to get her attention.
The story reflects on the taboo of adultery with a candour rare for the period. And tells us to beware what we wish for. The family man escapes from his prison of wealth and comfort for a brief affair with a chic lover, but he ruins them both. It's another film noir which finds sadness and frustration in the materialistic suburbs.