If I were Orson Welles, I’d wonder why America didn’t like
me either. What amounts to a cameo in this movie, it would’ve been interesting
for Welles to have won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor, considering his ego
being a lead, producer and director.
This follows the story of Holly Martins, an American in
Vienna who arrives to have found that his old friend Harry Lime had been
murdered/or killed in an accident. Who knows. No one but the neighbors really
heard or saw anything, and they’re German. Throw in a beautiful Czech girl Anne
Schmidt, with forged documents…you have political intrigue. A fact after the
war is that Vienna was occupied by four countries, each with its own style of
justice. France, Russia, America and German. And no one trusts anyone, but many
can profit from crime. This leads to the sewer systems which run through the
different areas. This trade is perhaps, also, why Lime was bumped off.
But who knows. We follow Holly the entire time…yes, Holly is
a man, played wonderfully by Joseph Cotton (another one of Welles’ regulars).
But this isn’t an Orson Welles movie. It’s a Carol Reed movie (yes, THIS is a
man as well). It’s plastered all over the box and splattered as the biggest
title in the credit. Most likely so it trumps Welles’ presence. But that’s not
to say, a TON of influence didn’t come from Welles himself. The lighting, the
camera placement…everything seems to owe it to the man who only makes an
appearance, which most casual viewers will probably still consider it an Orson
Welles movie. He’s on the damn cover.
Anyway, this is a dense crime drama. A really cool look into
politics in an occupied country. There doesn’t seem to be anyone in the town
that doesn’t have secrets. It’s not surprising that people are suspicious of
one another, as even their languages clash. There is a lot on inherent truth in
these darker stories. Sometimes we won’t get the woman. Or they’ll keep fucking
with you over, just to…fuck with you. Resentment and anger through the mystery
of death.
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