Probably the best of the bad 50s ripoffs of GWTW. Lucien Ballard's corruptly beautiful cinematography and a nice, low key, late Clark Gable performance (call it Rhett Lite) help to get the viewer over the boring humps of over acting by Ms. DeCarlo and over writing by woman's pic scribe John Twist and Goff and Roberts of "White Heat" fame whose dialogue sounds like they'd rather be doing a noir but can't quite swing it. Caught in the middle are Sidney Poitier who at this early stage of his career alternates moments of power with moments of bathos and, of course, director Raoul Walsh who excels in the action scenes but slows down considerably during the intimate ones, particularly those between the two leads. And there are many such scenes in this two hour and twenty minute bloviation.
Bottom line: DeCarlo won't make you forget Vivien Leigh but Walsh sure eclipses Eddie Dmytryk (of "Raintree County" infamy). C plus.
Bottom line: DeCarlo won't make you forget Vivien Leigh but Walsh sure eclipses Eddie Dmytryk (of "Raintree County" infamy). C plus.