
Tom (Don Castle) and Ann (Elyse Knox) are a down-and-out dance team, and while Don seeks engagements, Ann works as an instructor at a dance academy, with Detective Judd (Regis Toomey) one of the many customers she meets. On a hot summer night Tom, awaken from his sleep, tosses his only pair of shoes out the window to quiet two noisy cats. He goes down to retrieve them and can't find them, but Ann discovers them in front of their door the next morning. A near-by recluse is fou... (Full plot summary below)
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Tom (Don Castle) and Ann (Elyse Knox) are a down-and-out dance team, and while Don seeks engagements, Ann works as an instructor at a dance academy, with Detective Judd (Regis Toomey) one of the many customers she meets. On a hot summer night Tom, awaken from his sleep, tosses his only pair of shoes out the window to quiet two noisy cats. He goes down to retrieve them and can't find them, but Ann discovers them in front of their door the next morning. A near-by recluse is found murdered in his old shack that same day while Tom finds a wallet filled with old $20 bills. Footprints, bearing an imprint like those on a tap-dancer's shoes, plus Don's new-found wealth combine to make a good circumstantial evidence case for Judd against Tom and he is convicted. On the night before his execution, Ann seeks Judd's help in proving Tom is innocent. He turns up a suspect, Kosloff (Robert Lowell), but an air-tight alibi clears him.
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| Ozus' World Movie ReviewsDennis SchwartzThe film's ordinariness is overcome by the realistic matter-of-fact way it made its case against capital punishment. |
| User ReviewTrent RTypical for a Woolrich adaptation, you have to buy into the central conceit to enjoy the resulting nightmare scenario here. In this instance, it is that a shoe print is the most damningly absolute form of evidence. The circumstances are pretty amusing, with a dancer protagonist couple and methodical police whose dialogue anticipates their incriminating behavior. The direction is tight, not lingering too long on investigatory and court drama elements. Instead, devices of candy hearts, a Death Row phonograph, and persistent shoe emphasis are used to engage and heighten the pace. But the ending still felt forced and programmatic, though not unusually so. Still, this has a solid script and good central cast, managing to pull off some fun melodrama with an ironic twist. |