Even in film noir...especially in film noir...the characters and their relationships have to make some sort of twisted sense. So what do you do when your hero, an investigator who searches for missing heirs, meets a beautiful woman and doesn't recall that they were lovers a few years before? Just because she changed her name and her hairdo. You figure it's about as logical as his investigation into the brutal murder of a fan club secretary for which no one seems to have hired him. There are some nice touches in the film -- William Demarest is terrific as a boozy newspaperman, Agenes Moorehead nails a salty old dowager and Jacques Aubachon makes an elegantly talkative con artist. On the other hand, Janet Leigh is mostly window dressing and David Janssen spends too much of the movie muttering moodily.
Review of Twenty Plus Two
