Another disappointing Warners' entry from 1944, despite the sterling efforts of messrs Greenstreet and Lorre, who take centre-stage instead of providing colourful support for once. They're joined by Zachary Scott as a master criminal/spy whose body washes up on a beach one day - or does it? It's a kind of mash-up of Citizen Kane and The Third Man, even though The Third Man was yet to be made. Better directors than Jean Negulesco - and there were many - could have done so much more with this.
Review of The Mask of Dimitrios
