Destination Murder, for which you see a nice poster above, is a b-movie, but bottom-of-the-bill efforts soemtimes have cool plot set-ups and good twists. In this case it’s multiple layers of wrongly presumed identity. Who’s really the killer? Who’s really the crime boss? Who’s really a cigarette girl? In addition, whose side are all these people really on? With more budget we think this one could have been quite good, but alas, you do what you can with what you have, and here you have Joyce MacKenzie, Stanley Clements, and Hurd Hatfield. They’re all solid performers who had long careers, but we bet you don’t know any of their names. In addition, the writing falters in spots as it strives for sharpness, but ends up dulling its blade. For example:
“You see, Miss Mansfield, we’re dealing with killers. And a killer has only one destination—murder.”
The writing hurts the end of the film as well, as the structure of the climax and the need to work a recurring player piano into matters strain credulity. But Destination Murder isn’t a loss by any means. MacKenzie, playing a woman who infiltrates the mob in order to find her father’s killer, has to carry the important parts of this film and manages it despite both budget and screenwriting hanging around her ankles. For fans of vintage film, this forgotten quasi-noir should be sufficiently entertaining, as long as you don’t spend too much time imagining how much better it could have been. It premiered in the U.S. today in 1950.
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Take a close look, ma’am. Asses are just as unique as faces, and equally admissible in court.
I don’t think it’s that one. The man I saw had a chin.
