Delirious camp that reunited the three stars of "Now, Voyager" in a tale of amour fou and cello concertos. Miss Davis is the musician with a penchant for the Appassionata who's been living off rich composer Claude Rains in a penthouse apartment about twice the size of my entire house when she meets and marries former lover Paul Henreid, a struggling cellist, much to the ire of Mr Rains, who behaves just the way a spurned lover might. Henreid does his best to keep up but he was never in the same high-camp class of either Davis or Rains who go at each other with hammer and tongs and finally a pistol in settings that make the Palace of Versailles look like a country cottage. Irving Rapper directed simply by sitting back and leaving them to it. If it's terrible, it's terrible on an epic scale and I loved every daft minute of it.
Review of Deception
