Diario de una desconocida

Ace reporter Ed Adams (Alan Ladd) is at a skid row hotel on an assignment when a woman is found dead of natural causes in another room. Ed views the body and concludes that there is a story behind the death of this woman. Ed also pockets the woman's personal notebook of phone numbers. Her name had been Rosita Jean d'Ur (Donna Reed, seen in flashback) but anybody that Ed calls or sees to ask about Rosita, he is forcefully told by each that they never heard of her. What's up? Was she evil? Her brother (Arthur Kennedy) insists she wasn't. Was evil done to her? Ed needs to find. Getting thrown out of people's houses and beaten up by the local gangster's thugs only make him more determined. Also with June Havoc, Barry Kroeger, Shepherd Strudwick, and Dave Willock. The print I saw was pretty bad. The video probably came from a VHS recording off local TV. My first clue was when the logo for "KHGT TV 26 Honolulu" appeared for a few seconds in the lower right-hand corner of the screen. This is a little seen film but at the time was nominated for an Edgar Award as Best Motion Picture by the Mystery Writers Of America.

Reporter Alan Ladd stumbles across a strange woman, dead of tuberculosis in a seedy Southside hotel. Her address book, however, hints at a wild and well-connected past. (The girl, with the improbable moniker of Rosita Jean D'Ur, is played in flashback by the improbable Donna Reed.) Ladd's quest, as any noir quest should, takes him up and down the intricate layers of Chicago society, through some of which his tour guide is society dame June Havoc, who plays it with panache. This downfall of a good kid with some bad breaks begins to obsess Ladd, and Chicago Deadline (it's been remarked) could almost have been a grittier Laura set not in high society but on cusp where shabby respectability meets the demimonde. But the cunning Vera Caspary (who wrote the novel Laura) is alas nowhere in evidence, so Chicago Deadline becomes almost an object lesson in Edmund Wilson's dictum that the heavy atmospherics in detective fiction are rarely justified by the conclusion. Nonetheless, for most of its running time, Chicago Deadline is a dark and haunting ride.

Alan Ladd does a good job as a Chicago newspaper reporter in this mystery tale of a beautiful young girl in her twenties whom he finds dead. He takes her address book and puts it in his pocket and then reports her death to the police. He is determined to find out about her. And that leads to dangers, murders, and plenty of complications. Ladd one by one contacts the people she knew to try to piece together what is going on, nearly getting killed several times in the process, and others are killed as well to stop them talking. He identifies her and meets her very sympathetic brother, played by Arthur Kennedy, but he cannot tell the whole story. We see flashbacks as different people tell Ladd parts of the tale, and in those the girl is played by Donna Reed with her usual sympathetic face and quiet manner. This excellent film noir is little known but deserves attention. It is a good'un.

Shades of Laura here.

A reporter, Ed Ames (Alan Ladd), looking into the death of a young woman, finds her address book before the police do. He goes through it and tries to uncover information about her. Her name is Rosita.

Most people hang up on him or claim not to know Rosita. He does locate her brother (Arthur Kennedy) and a friend (June Havoc) and learns that Rosita was married and later widowed. Why are so many people afraid to admit they knew her? Why did she spend time living under another name? Intrigued and entranced by her photo, Ames keeps digging.

Good noir with a solid performance by the handsome Ladd, who always underplays and lends a great presence to a film. Reed is lovely, though she actually doesn't have much to do.

Dark, just like a noir should be.

Reporter Alan Ladd (Ed Adams) outrageously interferes with things when he steals an address book from the room in which Donna Reed (Rosita) is found dead. He retraces her life by contacting the people in this address book and a few people get bumped off along the way.

Unfortunately Donna Reed hasn't led a very interesting life so God knows why anyone would show any interest in pursuing her address book, especially as her death is not at all suspicious. Alan Ladd is obviously a weirdo.

A lot of time is spent on the telephone in this film. It's just blah blah blah on the blower! Still, the film is OK even if you can't follow the cast of thousands. Alan Ladd sums things up for you at the end with a synopsis of what has just happened. But he delivers it at breakneck speed so it doesn't really help. It's a vehicle for Alan Ladd and it's all a bit pointless.