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From 1947, "The Guilty" is a film noir starring Bonita Granville, Don Castle, Regis Toomey, John Litel, and Wally Cassell.

This is strictly poverty row, Monogram. Bonita Granville plays twins, Linda and Estelle. One is sweet and the other is a vamp. I had a hard time figuring out who was who.

Castle and Cassell play roommates Mike and Johnny. Johnny is the nervous type. When the sweet twin is killed, Johnny is sure he will be blamed and makes himself seem guilty by acting like such a wreck.

This movie is dry as a bone. Castle is one of those stereotypical B movie tough guys who talks out of one side of his mouth. Granville was always a good actress, but the twins' characters aren't well fleshed-out and I'm sure she had no time to work on differences between them. By the way, her husband, Jack Wrather, produced this, and if you're a baby boomer, you know that Bonita Granville Wrather produced the Lassie series.

Regis Toomey plays the detective, and he's pretty one note. He and Castle sounded like they were imitating hard-boiled detectives.

What bothered me is that we knew before we even saw Estelle and Linda that the two were identical twins. So Estelle keeping her back to Linda while she was talking to her in the beginning was a big waste of time.

When she walks out to face her sister, she does it in a grand way, like the audience should be surprised that she looks like Linda. The Castle narration mentions TWICE that they're lookalikes beforehand. Not very well done.

Army buddies Mike Carr and Johnny Dixon are roommates after the war. They get involved with twins Linda and Estelle Mitchell (Bonita Granville). When Linda dies, suspicion falls on Johnny who was dating her. Alex Tremholt is the fatherly longtime renter at the Mitchell home. Detective Heller investigates. In the present time, Mike is narrating the story while discussing it with a bartender.

This has classic noir construction. One twin is good and the other is bad. It's a B-movie. It's stripped down. The actors are functional. Bonita Granville is doing both twins. They could differentiate the twins a bit more. I wonder if they should put on a wig for one of them. It's not the best acting nor the worst. There is some big over-acting. It has overwrought noir style although the camera work is mostly perfunctory. The story has plenty of turns which functions well and I like the final twist which is meant to overturn the audience's expectations. The filmmaker is able to execute this classic twist by underplaying him. It's well done.

Bonita Granville was an extremely talented younger actress, as was clear from 'The Beloved Brat' (1938) and the four Nancy Drew films she made, for instance. She had a special charm and directness which was most refreshing. Here she is, somewhat older, playing identical twins in an extremely low-budget noir thriller produced by her husband Jack Wrather. The sets are so cheap, it seems as if a puff of wind would blow them down, and they are bleak as well, perhaps on purpose to make the atmosphere one of desolation. She is certainly cast against type, since the main twin whom she plays is a bad girl, and Bonita was famous for being a sweetie pie. However, it works, and she proves she can be as sultry and venomous as any gal if she wants to, and she does want to. The two guys are Don Castle and Wally Cassell, which reminds me that Louis Ferdinand-Celine wrote a novel the English title of which is 'Castle to Castle', not bad for this situation, if we change it to 'Cassell to Castle', as one twin passes between the two guys. This is a very powerful and effective noir story with its twists and grisly side. As it is 1947, there is a guy suffering from serious shell-shock, holding his face in his hands and saying: 'I'm going to crack up completely again, like I did the first time'. There are desperate undercurrents of insane jealousy and passion, a disappearance and murder, seething resentments and kisses that are more like football touchdowns, they are so rough. For something made for ten dollars, this is a really good thriller. The voice-over narrative works extremely well, and the whole thing is a knockout if you can forgive the fact that somebody along the way forgot about the need for production values. Anyway, there's Bonita, and you even get two for the price of one.

Another good film about twins from 1947 – the other being "Dual Alibi" starring Herbert Lom. In this offering, Bonita Granville plays both the good and the bad sister. One of them is murdered and it's up to Inspector Regis Toomey to get to the truth. Ex-soldier Don Castle (Mike) also does some investigating of his own.

There is a small cast in this offering and so you may suspect the guilty party at some point. However, this story is clever and does provide you with extra twists and turns at the end. The film is short and basically, it fooled me.

Twins always seem to be trouble whenever they pop up in films!

It's hard not be a little jaded about this from the outset. For at least a couple decades, kindred features were a nickel a dozen as they starred a dark-haired, white male actor as a protagonist whose voice was grizzled and weary, but not altogether haggard, and who dressed themselves with a long coat and a wide-brim hat. Opening narration has Mike remarking on how this street remains unchanged after so much time, and then we learn he means a mere six months. Then we start to wonder whether it's just us, or maybe either an accident of birth or the intention of contemporary filmmakers, that makes most every actor sound alike and speak with an almost indistinguishably similar cadence and timbre in the 40s (if not also the 50s, and 30s). More substantively, I would argue that the script (not least the narration) and John Reinhardt's direction feel kind of imprecise to me as the minutes start to tick by, if not outright sloppy in places, and all of a sudden I'm not so sure about the prospects of 'The guilty' to hold up over time.

There remain enough issues throughout for me to stand by my initial impression, including sometimes unconvincing treatment of relationships between men and women, or treatment that's even more dubious than it's meant to be, and even something as small as the normal life of protagonist Mike (are we really supposed to believe he's a student?). In fairness, though, maybe I'm too cynical for my own good, for the plot begins to pick up more with a certain phone call a little before the one-third mark. The tension is palpable as the grim drama mounts - and just as importantly, helping to balance out the more questionable choices, there are splendid details along the way that make the narrative feel a tad sharper. Just as much to the point, when the ending rolls around and all is revealed, there's just enough cleverness in Robert Presnell Sr.'s screenplay, adapting Cornell Woolrich's story, to make us want to possibly watch again and see it with a new perspective. I don't think that new perspective alters the indelicacies or lesser first impressions that we get along the way, but when all is said and done this flick shows itself to have a bit more meat on its proverbial bones than one may be inclined to assume from the beginning.

In other regards it's not necessarily a picture to write home about. The acting is good, but doesn't specifically stand out, and much the same goes for the contributions of the crew behind the scenes. Rudy Schrager's music ranges from suitable to arguably overwrought; Jodie Copelan's editing is fine, except for some instances that are perhaps a tad cliché. And so on, and so on. At the end of the day I do like 'The guilty' and I think it's reasonably worthwhile - with the caveat that it's hardly some revelation, and it is probably the type of movie best reserved for a lazy, relaxing day. So long as one can get on board with the more unremarkable and prototypical side of film noir and is just looking for something relatively light, this is good enough to earn a soft recommendation.