



Ulmer finally gets some studio cash and spends it on ceilings. We open at a philanthropic knees-up where Horace Vendig is canonised—until old pal Vic walks in with Mallory, the spit of first love Martha. Neat trick: Diana Lynn plays both.
From there it unspools in Citizen Kane-ish flashbacks. Low angles, memory as a minefield. Bert Glennon keeps everything glassy. Zachary Scott is charm curdled, Louis Hayward the bruised conscience, and Sydney Greenstreet purrs away as Buck Mansfield. Keep an eye out for a baby-faced Raymond Burr at the edges.
The snag is the squeeze. Dayton Stoddart’s Prelude to Night gets crammed into 104 minutes, so motives sprint and a couple of pay-offs arrive underdone. Still, it’s cool, cynical, and handsomely staged—less a banquet than a sharp tasting menu of American ambition, served cold. Worth a look if you like your success stories with teeth.