Die Spielhölle von Las Vegas

This is a 1952 film, and you can tell we haven't quite left the '40s. Jane Russell plays a former Las Vegas club singer who travels to Vegas with her wealthy. somewhat slimy husband (Vincent Price) - but she has a past with a local police officer (Victor Mature). And you just know what's going to happen.

Russell sings as well, she looks sexy, and does a great job with the snappy dialogue. Hoagy Carmichael is terrific, and the two of them make the movie. There's a huge chase on foot scene at the end that is quite elaborate.

This is a Howard Hughes production; because he interfered so much with the filming, it lost money.

A fizzled romance rekindles when the lady (Russell), now married (Price), returns to her old stomping grounds in Las Vegas, Nevada where the struggling husband hopes to beat the casino odds, she crossing paths with that former flame (Mature), now a Clark County Deputy Sheriff, before murder and aerial mayhem ensue.

A fabulous figure framed first in The Outlaw (43), it was Jane's pair of pretty, wide-set eyes that always had ME captivated. In her crime drama catalog (noirgesse), it's those gorgeous glims, long limbs and teamings with pal Bob Mitchum that typically starts the conversation (His Kind of Woman, Macao), but a couple can get along TOO well, for drama's sake, anyway, and Victor Mature is no downgrade, quite the contrary. I prefer their passionate, sometimes prickly pairing in this dicey drama and rate Vegas, Jane's best, while praising Price in a role better suited to his non-horror persona (vs Cardigan).

Directed by Robert Stevenson (Jane Eyre), a regular at Disney studio (Mary Poppins), noteworthy too is screenwriter Paul Jarrico (The Search) (Felton Essex / Dratler) whose blacklisted name was removed from premiere credits by producer Howard Hughes, even as the recluse retained his writing product. In support are ivory-tickler and narrator Hoagy "Happy" Carmichael, the jaunty Jay Flippen, blue eyed bad boy Brad Dexter, old timer Will Wright, familiar face Robert Wilke and real life Flamingo dancer Colleen Miller who'd quickly step up to leading roles at RKO and Universal (3/4).

Jane Russell's performance in "The Las Vegas Story" couldn't really be classified as acting since most of what she does here is react in a series of carefully posed close-ups. Still, when she relaxes a bit at the piano or offers to help an injured pilot, she's much more than just a sultry glamorous-puss--she's actually human. Russell's a former Vegas chanteuse who returns to her old digs after a stint in Palm Springs and a marriage to gambling-addict Vincent Price; she crosses paths again with ex-flame Victor Mature, now a police lieutenant, yet doesn't bat an eyelash when her hubby is eventually jailed on suspicion of murder. Despite the juicy-fruit dialogue and would-be hard-boiled atmospherics, this is a pretty simple and silly story, indeed. Price is the only member of the cast who tries creating a character; Mature goes through the motions unhappily while piano-man Hoagy Carmichael and police captain Jay C. Flippen are ridiculously over-the-top (and speaking of ridiculous, Carmichael's solo number "The Monkey Song" has to seen and heard to be believed!). There's not many females prominently featured besides Jane Russell...but that's acceptable. She'd walk all over them anyway. **1/2 from ****

This is a pretty good movie. Vincent Price and Jane Russell are great together, real screen magic. There is also a great character performance by Hoagy Carmicheal as the piano player Happy. This movie can be a little long and tedious at some parts, but the "chase" scene at the end is great! Therefore, I give this movie an 8/10.

Sadly, we learn today of the passing of Victor Mature.

And while not receiving critical acclaim, The Las Vegas Story stands in my memory as an all-time favorite.

Victor Mature, when coupled with Jane Russell make the screen absolutely 'sizzle'. And who could ever forget the lovable Hoagy Carmichael?

But few have seen it. And even film historians when discussing Victor Mature's work rarely even mention it. However, I became hopelessly enthralled with this picture in the 50's and in a curious way, it still 'does it' for me today. The Las Vegas Story was and and remains my personal "Casablanca".