In the 1942 film A Night to Remember,  mystery writer Jeff Troy (Brian Aherne) and his wife Nancy (Loretta Young) move into their basement apartment one night and the next morning find a body in their garden. Even worse, the Mystery writer got into a fight with the dead man the night before. The couple discovers their apartment is full of secrets and a mystery worthy of one of the writer’s novels, but will they survive it?

The film has a lot going for it, with a solid cast in back of it including Lee Patrick and Sidney Toler in a non-Charlie Chan appearance as the local police inspector. It also has a good premise and a good dose of atmosphere, with some tense moments.

At the same time, A Night to Remember has some weak points including some pacing issues and leads who just don’t make you care that much about their characters as a couple, although Loretta Young is fun on her own. The mystery can also be a bit complex and hard to follow.

However, what may make A Night to Remember so forgettable is that it’s a very subtle satire of the amateur detective genre. It was from an era where comedies were often very broad. Neither Jeff or Nancy are the sort of broad comedic characters you’ll find in screwball comedies or the later satires Murder by Death and The Cheap Detective. The Troys are ordinary everyday people, with Jeff having a slightly above-average understanding of mystery solving. Thus they don’t bungle their way through the case is some uproariously hilarious way but rather in very subtle, everyday, ordinary ways.  One example is when Jeff does as so many amateur sleuths do, and suggests that the police pick up a suspicious character, he finds that the police had already picked him up. Having the police just do their ordinary work in believable ways and show up the mystery writer is one of the movie’s great sources of humor.

One critic said the film is hard to hate and I think that’s a fair description. It’s not a stupid or very offensive film. It’s an hour and a half of diversion that’s different from a lot of its peers but in a way that makes it forgettable. If its sort of low-key, subtle approach is something you’re curious about or if you’re a fan of either Aherne or (especially) Young, it’d be worth watching.

If you seek out the film, be warned: 1) A 1958 film about the sinking of the Titanic has the same name, and 2) The only legal way to purchase the film is a DVD from Collector’s Choice which lacks even the sort of menus that Warner Archive provides with their releases. Instead, the film auto plays all the way through and will continue to do so until you act to stop it.

Rating: 3.0 out of 5.0

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In Sorry, Wrong Number, the wealthy, bed-ridden Leona Stevenson (Barbara Stanwyck) is home alone and trying to find out what’s delaying her handsome, corrupt executive husband Henry (Burt Lancaster) when she gets a wrong connection and overhears two men plotting a murder. She begins making calls and discovers that her husband may have a secret or two.

As a film, Sorry, Wrong Number is a constantly entertaining viewing experience. Stanwyck received an Oscar nomination and Lancaster was in peak condition and perfectly cast as the charming, albeit weak, husband. The leads are supported by such talented stalwarts as Ann Richards, Ed Begley, Sr., and Wendell Corey. Harold Vermilyea’s role as Waldo Evans was riveting.

Like other noir-ish films of the era, such as The Killers, the Mask of Demetrios, and The Fat Man, much of Sorry, Wrong Number’s story is told through numerous flashbacks, which demand very versatile performances to quickly show character development. The cast delivers in every scene, showing believable character progression.

In addition, the film uses textbook noir storytelling techniques, with its brilliant use of light and shadow, as well as a superb musical score that really serves to drive the mood of the story right to its final climax.

The film is based on the breathtaking, and renowned, radio drama of the same name, and its failings come in the ways it strayed from the radio drama’s key premise. Mrs. Stevenson’s quest to stop the murderers, and find out who was endangered in the murder-for-hire call she overheard, gets waylaid by conversations with people wanting to share flashbacks of things that happened with her husband. Some moments seem silly and with little reflection, such as when Ann Richards’ civilian character, Sally Lord, is able to take her husband, an assistant district attorney, and a trained policeman escort through the heart of New York City without detection, and then also to a far more remote area, where she sticks out like a sore thumb.

However, the film’s flaws don’t stop it from being a solidly acted and directed piece that’s a must-see for any fan of noir films.

Rating: 4 out of 5

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