Diana Dors is seen on death row telling her story of how her own greed lead to her downfall. She is married to wealthy vineyard owner Rod Steiger whom she met in a bar, but bored spending the day taking care of his elderly mother, she is soon involved in an affair with rodeo horseman Tom Tryon. She commits a murder which her husband is blamed for.
I have seen several films with blonde bombshell Diana Dors, and I just don't get her appeal. She certainly isn't beautiful enough to rank up there with Marilyn Monroe or Jayne Mansfield; She's sort of a second-rate "Baby Doll" with a bit of a Gloria Grahame type pout thrown in and is truly unbelievable here as the vixenish wife. She has twice as much hair as Mansfield and Monroe combined, and a head too small which looks like a lion who needs his mane trimmed. She just looks ridiculous. In an attempt to soften his demeanor from early villain roles, Rod Steiger sensitizes his personality in an effort to move into a leading role. His character does have many different nuances-soft at times yet strong in his business dealings, but ultimately stupid for ending up with Dors. The usually lovely Beaulah Bondi, one of my favorite character actresses ever, plays a character that grates on the nerves. Had this been a better script with a better leading lady, it would have been genuinely chilling to see Bondi's fear grow during the spooky storm that ends up with a visit by death. In fact, had the film been in black and white and released during the height of the film noir era, it could have ranked a lot higher in ratings. But late RKO's color films looked somewhat washed out and were poorly photographed, so it is not too surprising that they were only a few films away from turning strictly into a TV studio.
Marie Windsor, whose days as a film noir femme fatale were over, is wasted here as Dors' pal. I feel bad for Rod Steiger here; He really tries to do something with his character, but the script defeats him and he comes off as a small touch of class in an otherwise trashy story. This is a film that works better as a pulp fiction book with a colorful cover that leaves everything else to the imagination.
I have seen several films with blonde bombshell Diana Dors, and I just don't get her appeal. She certainly isn't beautiful enough to rank up there with Marilyn Monroe or Jayne Mansfield; She's sort of a second-rate "Baby Doll" with a bit of a Gloria Grahame type pout thrown in and is truly unbelievable here as the vixenish wife. She has twice as much hair as Mansfield and Monroe combined, and a head too small which looks like a lion who needs his mane trimmed. She just looks ridiculous. In an attempt to soften his demeanor from early villain roles, Rod Steiger sensitizes his personality in an effort to move into a leading role. His character does have many different nuances-soft at times yet strong in his business dealings, but ultimately stupid for ending up with Dors. The usually lovely Beaulah Bondi, one of my favorite character actresses ever, plays a character that grates on the nerves. Had this been a better script with a better leading lady, it would have been genuinely chilling to see Bondi's fear grow during the spooky storm that ends up with a visit by death. In fact, had the film been in black and white and released during the height of the film noir era, it could have ranked a lot higher in ratings. But late RKO's color films looked somewhat washed out and were poorly photographed, so it is not too surprising that they were only a few films away from turning strictly into a TV studio.
Marie Windsor, whose days as a film noir femme fatale were over, is wasted here as Dors' pal. I feel bad for Rod Steiger here; He really tries to do something with his character, but the script defeats him and he comes off as a small touch of class in an otherwise trashy story. This is a film that works better as a pulp fiction book with a colorful cover that leaves everything else to the imagination.