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Not sure if this strictly a noir film as it runs as a mystery as well. Some evidences of film noir would be the dramatic cinematography, a character that is somewhat of a Femme Fatale, a feeling of hopelessness in the current status quo, and of course, the criminal element that pervades most scenes. Against it being noir would be that this film is not about the average man, but a well to do artist. Also, the fate angle doesn't seem quite pronounced here. The acting is great throughout with special kudos for Francis Lederer and his creepy accent. The cinematography is uniformly superb. Of course, any film shot by John Alton is special. This is a rare film and currently only shown at film festivals. Hopefully it will show up on DVD someday.

Francis Lederer is a painter haunted by his past, using Linda Stirling as his model, but painting the face of his dead model in Europe. He was a suspect in her murder by drowning, but nothing concrete was proven, and so he went free and came to America.

Now he has fallen in love with Miss Stirling and now she too is dead of drowning. Police detective John Litel hounds him, but he has an alibi, and suggests he has an enemy. The cops have to let him go, but they play a spy in his home. Is it Miss Stirling's sister, an actress, or is it rich Gal Patrick, who wishes to buy Lederer's last painting because of the notoriety, or is it Ann Rutherford, who says she has been sent by the modeling agency? Lederer hires her, and while she is changing, he looks in her hand bag and discovers a gun.

It's in interesting set-up for a film noir, and DP John Alton shoots strong, sharp shadows of prison bars. William Thiele directs from a script he co-wrote. It's a good cast, and worth a look, despite a slightly botched ending.

Francis Lederer is a successful painter who uses Linda Stirling as a model, but only her body, the face is that of a model from a previous life in France. That model ended up murdered, but Lederer was cleared all of charges, and he moved to the US with his mother. After Stirling begs him to paint her face too, he does. And she ends up murdered as well, in a similar fashion as the French model. Theater columnist Edward Ashley knows about Lederer's past and points the police to him, but they can't make a case. Stirling's sister Ann Rutherford tries to investigate and becomes a model for Lederer herself. Meanwhile a portrait hanging in a gallery has attracted the attention of wealthy socialite Gail Patrick. But when Lederer refuses to sell it to her, she gets him to paint her portrait. The murders are not yet done...

This movie is a competent Republic noir/mystery, that has a slight Gothic feel to it due to the painting angle. Lederer does a nice mentally tormented artist, and Rutherford is great, backed by a solid cast. The story is nothing too special, and neither is the identity of the killer (the suspect pool is rather shallow), but the movie isn't dull, altho it is a bit talky in parts... And it has a memorable torch singer meets knife-throwing act scene at a nightclub. That lady has nerves of steel!

The DoP for this movie was John Alton. Needless to say this movie looks the part (helped by the great looking print I saw). Beautiful shadows, coming from all angles, but also done tastefully and subtly. Director William Thiele does a nice job too, and the cast & crew make this a movie that rises above its Republic standard. Good stuff, recommended! 7/10

The Madonna's Secret (1946)

A psycho-mystery that broods and clunks along pretty well but too much a twist on a twist kind of movie. In fact, it's so obvious that the main character, a tortured artist, is suspected from the first minute, you know something else is up. What you don't suspect is what, and so by the end there is that final twist. I suppose this should or could have been a Vincent Price Gothic chiller, but in the hands of the leading man, Francis Lederer, it's a dark and serious affair. No camp allowed.

This comes near the end of director William Thiele's B-movie career (followed by a slew of Lone Ranger t.v. episodes and then, a step sideways for 36 shows of Cavalcade of America, a staple of 1950s American middlebrow normalcy). So we might be glad the movie is as good as it is, and I think the main reason is ace cinematographer John Alton. There are subtle movements of the camera that make an ordinary conversation take on depth, at least in terms of mise-en-scene. And the truly dramatic lighting (including some obvious back projection stuff of Lederer speeding in a boat at night) is great just to watch.

The series of women who pose and/or get themselves killed is curious--they do all look the same at a glance--and might have been more fun if extended a bit more. That is, they are all relatively cardboard characters, including the main character, who can't get out of his angst filled cliché, and so we can't really get involved emotionally in their fates. We just watch. And so thank you Mr. Alton for making that watching worth the ride. If you don't give a hoot about lights and camera, give this a by.

Ambience Provided by Top-Notch Film-Noir Cinematographer John Alton.

The Film is Painted with Diagonals and Shadows.

It's a Melodramatic Mystery about a Successful Painter that has His Models being Murdered One After Another.

He has Bouts of Amnesia and Other Mental Problems and He Can't Remember if He's Responsible or Not.

Somewhat Far-Fetched and Contrived Story to Fit All the Murders into an 80min Time-Frame and it Mostly Works with some Good Acting.

The Film Reeks of Melancholia and Frank Lederer in the Lead is a Gamut of Gaunt Features and Droopy Demeanor.

One of the Suspects Completely Disappears in the Third-Act. Playing an Important Role in Acts 1 & 2, and then He just Vanishes.

Such are the Pitfalls in the B-Movie World of Programmers where it was a "Just Get It Done" Attitude for the Most Part.

A Surreal Night-Club Scene in "The Village", with a Knife-Throwing Act is Bizarre.

This One Rises Above its Pedigree because of Alton's Images, Lederer's Laconic Portrayal, and a Good Twist.

Above Average.