We have become
so jaded since this film was made 75-years ago. It begins with a narrator
extolling the virtues of the US Postal Service for a good minute or two -
with short clips of the post office in action with one clip showing the sorters
throwing a package into a pile. Oops - hope that wasn't fragile. Today we
would laugh at that in a film. With an opening like that, I was anticipating
a rote dull story about the Post Office Inspectors. Maybe tracking down a
lost package in Dubuque, Iowa. But to my surprise it turns into a rough suspenseful
crime film. It stars Alan Ladd playing his typical cynical unfeeling guy
sparse with his words. By this time, Ladd could do that in his sleep.
I am always a bit surprised that Ladd was
so big in the 1940s into the 50s. He never showed much acting range and he
has never struck me as charismatic, but once he hit it big with This Gun
for Hire and The Glass Key, he went from one action/adventure film to another
- Westerns, period, crime. His personality fits his character well here -
an Inspector with no time or desire for relationships or friends. He pisses
off everyone he meets. One fellow Inspector says to him, "You don't know
what a love affair is". "It's what goes on between a man and a .45 pistol
that won't jam". Well, as the Beatles sang, Happiness is a warm Gun. It may
have become the motto of the NRA.
Another postal inspector has been strangled
to death and his body dumped in an alleyway. As the lights play on their
faces, you want to shout out Dragnet. The two killers are played by Jack
Webb and Harry Morgan - cold ass killers. A nun (Phyllis Calvert) comes upon
them without realizing what they are doing and walks away. Ladd has to track
her down to another city and try to figure out why they killed him. The gang
headed by the always smooth Paul Stewart is planning a mail robbery. The
nun has identified Morgan and so he has to go. Ladd pretends to be corrupt
looking for a payoff and slides into the gang - but with Webb wanting to
kill him. They play a tough game of handball. Perhaps a coincidence or two
too many and Ladd takes ridiculous risks but, at least he doesn't fall in
love with the nun - or with the moll played wonderfully well by Jan Sterling
with good taste in jazz. One bit of useless trivia but was actually
the reason I chose this. In the film Foul Play, Goldie goes to see an oldie
double feature. Though they give it a different title, one of the films was
clearly this one. Just in case it shows up on Jeopardy.