I might have cast this film a little differently, but for what it is -- a no-budget, post-war thriller -- it ain't half-bad. Pat O'Brien plays a museum curator who is about to X-ray some paintings when he ends up on a train that is in a wreck. Or was he? Maybe he suffered a mental breakdown and only imagined the train wreck. Hence the title. By the time he sorts things out, the issue appears to be the planned X-raying of certain paintings. To say more would be to give away the ending. At least one person is murdered and OBrien is blamed and on the run through a good part of the picture. Not to say any of this couldn't happen in real life, and a real curator might have been just like O'Brien. But he doesn't strike me as the best fit for this movie. I'm not sure who I would have cast in the role, perhaps someone like Robert Cummings. Claire Trevor is the girlfriend and Herbert Marshall is an official on the trail of certain paintings. Popular writer Frederic Brown wrote the story on which the screenplay was based. To these eyes, the film appears to be a programmer, which is a movie shot for purposes of running on the undercard of a more prestigious flick. Remember, these was no television in those days.
