Fear No More

Mala Powers mistakenly thinks she can FEAR NO MORE when Good Samaritan Jacques Bergerac finds her lying in the middle of the road after she escapes the policeman who arrested her for the murder of a woman on a train. He takes her to her place where there's another dead body and the couple get an even bigger surprise when they go to her employer's house and find the cop and the "murdered" woman there, insisting she's insane. Jacques doesn't know what to think when he's told Mala is also an escapee from a mental institution after having killed her previous employer. WTF?

Jacques Bergerac, handsome star of stage, screen, and tabloid scandal, was like a suave, Gallic version of Mike Henry whose thick French accent made him hard to understand half the time but it never mattered much since he was usually just eye candy anyway. As luck would have it, Jacques is called upon to react instead of act in this "twisty mystery" that's not half bad if you don't examine it too closely and, in its defense, you don't get the chance. Bottom line: it's a fast-moving B- movie held together by Mala Powers, a pretty good little actress, something I never noticed before.

Mala Powers is sent on a business trip by her employer, John Harding. When she gets to her train compartment, there's a man with a gun, and a dead woman. After she fails to convince him that she is not whoever he is looking for, he knocks her out. A cop wakes her, and prepares to take her to jail. However, Miss Powers escapes and hitches a ride with Jacques Bergerac and his son back to Los Angeles. After Bergerac drops his son off with his ex-wife (with many recriminations), he returns to Miss Powers and tries to find out what's bothering her. She evades his questions, and finds her old boyfriend, whom she was letting stay in her apartment while she was gone, dead.

It's a story that grows more and more dire as secrets are revealed, things she remembers not being where she left them -- including the ex-boyfriend -- until her resolve crumbles and she falls into a paranoid rant.

It's a pretty good movie up until that point, with the audience beginning to question the evidence of their own eyes. One of the IMDb reviewers calls it "Hitchcock on a budget" and that's not a bad description if you ignore the lack of visual flair. The result is an intriguing movie .... at least until the denouement, which is a bit of a disappointment.

Entertaining movie. Don't turn it off, it gets better. One thing that doesn't ring true. She believes the police are looking for her believing she is a murderer. They have her purse and, with it, her home address. So, after she escapes from the police, instead of trying to hide, she goes home and thinks every thing is now OK. I'd be trying to dig a hole to hide in. But, that aside, it's a very entertaining film and moves quickly.

A terse little thriller which both recalls 'North by Northwest' and 'Psycho' and anticipates 'Marnie' and 'Torn Curtain' shot by the Academy Award-winning cameraman Ernest Haller beginning at Union Station at night and ending in the Hollywood Hills the following morning.

The plot gets so convoluted you half expect it all to turn out to be a dream (or rather a nightmare) but when it finally does reach it's conclusion it does so satisfactorily.

Secretary Sharon Carlin (Mala Powers) heads from Los Angeles to San Francisco via train on a business trip. Things go bad the moment the train leaves the station as she is met in her cabin by a dead woman and a man with a gun, who knocks her unconscious. She is woken up by a cop who tells her the body has been moved and she is being charged with murder. She jumps off the train and soon runs into good Samaritan Paul Colbert (Jacques Bergerac). He initially believes her story, but then begins to have doubts when she reveals she spent time in a mental institution for murder. This 77-minute picture moves at a fast pace and has some nice twists in it. Viewers will actually start to doubt Sharon's story and her paranoia is well established. Not a classic, but worth watching once if just for the scene where Colbert's son cracks his forehead on the dashboard in a near crash.