Cornell Woolrich aka William Irish is not read much these days but lives on courtesy of films derived from his novels, most notably by Hitchcock, Truffaut, Siodmak, Tourneur and Delannoy.
Most probably taken from the title of a poem by Frances William Bourdillon, his 'Night has a Thousand Eyes' is only one of two works written by Woolrich under the name of George Hopley and is a decidedly disturbing tale of predestination.
Alas, even by Hollywood standards this version, capably directed by John Farrow, has little to do with the original, even to the extent of changing the fateful hour from midnight to eleven! It becomes in effect a film of two halves, the first infinitely better than the second and weakened by a contrived ending.
What is does have in its favour is the superlative chiaroscuro cinematography by John F. Seitz and the presence of one Edward G. Robinson. The character of the psychic tortured by his terrible gift of prophecy has been fleshed out here and Mr. Robinson is magnificent in the role. By all accounts he was none too keen on the finished product but heaven only knows what he thought of his next foray eight years later into Woolrich territory, 'Nightmare', a totally unnecessary remake by Maxwell Shane of his own 'Fear in the Night'.
The police procedural element of the novel has been trimmed down and we have a great turn by William Demarest as a befuddled detective. John Lund is well cast as a dullard for whom every phenomenon has to have a rational explanation whilst Gail Russell is suitably appealing as a character sorely in need of protection.
Before 'Film Noir' there was 'Roman Noir' and Mr. Woolrich takes us into the realms of what one astute observer has termed 'Paranoid Noir'. His view of a cruel and malignant fate from which there is no escape is more than somewhat unsettling, especially to advocates of free will. One thing of which we can be certain, the clock is ticking for us all........
Most probably taken from the title of a poem by Frances William Bourdillon, his 'Night has a Thousand Eyes' is only one of two works written by Woolrich under the name of George Hopley and is a decidedly disturbing tale of predestination.
Alas, even by Hollywood standards this version, capably directed by John Farrow, has little to do with the original, even to the extent of changing the fateful hour from midnight to eleven! It becomes in effect a film of two halves, the first infinitely better than the second and weakened by a contrived ending.
What is does have in its favour is the superlative chiaroscuro cinematography by John F. Seitz and the presence of one Edward G. Robinson. The character of the psychic tortured by his terrible gift of prophecy has been fleshed out here and Mr. Robinson is magnificent in the role. By all accounts he was none too keen on the finished product but heaven only knows what he thought of his next foray eight years later into Woolrich territory, 'Nightmare', a totally unnecessary remake by Maxwell Shane of his own 'Fear in the Night'.
The police procedural element of the novel has been trimmed down and we have a great turn by William Demarest as a befuddled detective. John Lund is well cast as a dullard for whom every phenomenon has to have a rational explanation whilst Gail Russell is suitably appealing as a character sorely in need of protection.
Before 'Film Noir' there was 'Roman Noir' and Mr. Woolrich takes us into the realms of what one astute observer has termed 'Paranoid Noir'. His view of a cruel and malignant fate from which there is no escape is more than somewhat unsettling, especially to advocates of free will. One thing of which we can be certain, the clock is ticking for us all........