At the time - mid-late forties - they were churning out movies of this genre and this standard Hershy Bars, today they're harder to find than Auk eggs, which makes this doubly precious. There's so much that's right about it that it's tough to find a flaw. Even the usually insipid Lizbeth Scott turns in a half-decent performance and if Wendell Corey is as wooden as ever at least he is a pleasant walnut burr. This was the first of seven teamings for Kirk Douglas and Burt Lancaster and they started as they meant to go on, Kirk the smooth schemer and Burt the starry-eyed bruiser and a good time is had by all not least the audience.
Review of I Walk Alone
