The House on 92nd
Street
Director: Henry
Hathaway
Year: 1945
Rating: 6.0
The good old days when the FBI was run by J.
Edgar Hoover. He is shown right at the beginning of the film and not in women's
clothing. This film from Fox could have been funded by the FBI. It makes
them out to be so perfect. But nevertheless, it is actually quite good and
effective. Paced very well and very no nonsense. If I was younger, I would
be signing up with them. This semi-documentary styled film announces that
they could not have told this story before the Big One was dropped on the
Japanese. It was too top secret. I would actually hope that Fox didn't know
about this till they made the film. It wasn't exactly public information.
Even before the war, the Nazis were planting
and recruiting agents all over America. And the FBI was watching them and
taking notes. Many of the recruits were German-Americans and part of the
American Bund - who held a famous rally in Madison Sq. Garden where they
gave the Nazi salute and had a huge portrait of Hitler on the wall. They
recruit Bill Dietrich (William Eythe) to become an agent and send him to
Germany for training. What they don't know is that he immediately went to
the FBI and they told him to go undercover. The FBI has come into information
that the Nazis are trying to collect information on Project 97, building
an atomic bomb.
It is up to the FBI under Inspector Briggs
(Lloyd Nolan) to stop them. Once back in New York, Dietrich makes contact
with the lovely Elsa Gebhardt (Signe Hasso) who runs a cell of them. She
is as cold as a popsicle with less personality. All business, no romance.
It is narrated by Reed Hadley in precise clipped sentences as he takes us
through the case. Based to some degree on the real espionage case of the
Duquesne Spy Ring in which 33 Nazi spies were captured. At the end of the
film, it claims that because the FBI was so efficient there were no instances
of sabotage or major secrets being transmitted to Germany. Our nuclear secrets
were safe. If the Nazis had managed to steal them, we might all be speaking
German today and understand Nietzsche. Safe, till the Russkies got them years
later. Directed by Henry Hathaway who sticks to the story like it is
the bible with nothing thrown in of a personal nature.