The innocent, inadvertent witness to a killing who must then flee from the killers is one of Hollywood's hoariest plot devices (right up there with amnesia and evil twins) and has been told scores of times, from Bobby Driscoll to Kelly McGillis, but rarely as dully as in this cheesy Irwin Allen production complete with ersatz Native Americans, a half ass avalanche (where the main hazard is a downed phone line on a lawn), William Bendix as a park ranger (about as believable as Yogi The Bear playing a diplomat), and, perhaps the biggest shocker, a screenplay by W. R. Burnett of "Asphalt Jungle" fame and Horace McCoy of "They Shoot Horses" fame with not one single, even halfway memorable line! Even the great location shooting in Glacier Park is marred by the 3D process that renders the movie hazy and indistinct, as if the camera has cataracts.
For the record Vincent Price is good (when was he ever not good?), Vic Mature is better than you would expect considering the flat screenplay, and Piper Laurie reminds me that before she became a great actor she was extremely hot. Give it a C minus.
For the record Vincent Price is good (when was he ever not good?), Vic Mature is better than you would expect considering the flat screenplay, and Piper Laurie reminds me that before she became a great actor she was extremely hot. Give it a C minus.