Secret OfThe Whistler (1946) ... My Last Of These For A While
Why myreluctance to keep watching Whistlers?
Maybe it's a vague unpleasantness they share. Irony's heavy hand falls on
Richard Dix like anvils. He's like a Tex Avery wolf looking up just as the safe
lands from ten stories high. Sometimes I'd prefer seeing Dick end up OK --- must
he always roll boxcars? This time there's domestic discord and a too-long
delayed murder, or is it murder? Women never deal square with Dix; he might be
a noir immortal if these pics were better. As it is, everything is Columbia-cheap,
which reads dismal much of the time, wobbly flats threatening to fall down
around a barely engaged cast. All were strictly off the
rack and grosses could be estimated like gas receipts.