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"High Tide" is a crime film that in many ways seems like film noir. While it doesn't have the terrific camerawork you'd expect with noir, the snappy dialog, violence and dark tone of the film make it noir in my book.

The film begins with two men after a wreck tosses them and the car into the surf. Tim (Don Castle) has a leg pinned under it and Hugh (Lee Tracy) is too badly hurt to move. The tide is coming in and the two men appear about to drown...and then the film goes back in time to eventually show you how the two men got into these straits.

The story that follows is about a newspaper...which isn't surprising considering Tracy played reporters in films more than any actor I can think of right now...but it clearly must have been a few dozen times. Some hoods are apparently chasing after Hugh and so he hires Tim to investigate and be his body guard. Soon Hugh is shot, but survives...but the owner of the paper is killed. Instead of waiting for the cops to investigate the case, Tim does what is common in B-movies of the day...he investigates himself and soon becomes a suspect in the crime. What's next? See the film.

I liked the story very much and the acting as well. However, be prepared to feel a bit confused about the surprise ending! Tim apparently figures out the entire conspiracy even though logically it was difficult for him to have done so. So, I say watch this still good film and just accept the twist on face value and don't question it.

Lee Tracy and Don Castle are trapped, dying in a crashed car at the beach. Flashback. Castle has just been hired as a PI by Tracy, playing a newspaper editor, to figure out who's been threatening him. Trouble is, Tracy's boss doesn't like Castle, because Castle and Julie Bishop, the boss' wife, had been a hot item, and she still wants him. So when the boss is shot and Tracy is wounded, things get even more confused....

The trouble with HIGH TIDE is this: there's a good story in there, and all the actors are good and make their lines sound real. The problem is those lines are trite. It looks as if some one saw one of the defining 'tec film noirs, like MURDER MY SWEET and said "Write in a scene where he gets worked over, and then shows up at the girl's house and cracks wise," so the writer does, and "Make the older woman jealous of the younger one." Unfortunately, by the time all these scenes had been written in, there was no way to write in the bits to connect them and make sense of them and keep things moving along at a tight 72 minutes. The result is a very watchable flick, with great moments, that doesn't, alas, bear much thought

High Tide is from 1947 and stars Lee Tracy and Don Castle, directed by John Reinhardt.

The film opens with two accident victims, still at the scene by the ocean. In the car, badly injured, is Hugh Fresney (Tracy) managing editor of the Los Angeles Courier. Outside the car, with his leg pinned underneath the vehicle is Tim Slade (Castle), ex-reporter turned PI.

High tide will drown them. As they wait, we see in flashback the events that led up to the accident. Slade is in LA from San Francisco at the request of Varney. Varney believes he is going to be murdered by a gangster, Nick Dyke, whom the paper has been crusading against.

If that happens, he wants Slade to avenge him and bring him to justice. While Slade is in town, the paper's publisher, Vaughn, has been murdered. Since Vaughn's wife is in love with Slade, it doesn't look good for him with the police.

Detective O'Haffey (Regis Toomey) in investigating Vaughn's death, suspects Slade, Vaughn's wife, and the gangster Dyke, but Slade has other ideas.

This was slow and talky, also a tad confusing. An average noir with a twist ending that comes out of nowhere. Some reviewers liked it more than I did.

What strikes you in this film is the amazingly efficient dialog, that keeps the film rolling on in a constantly more furious tempo, as if both the writer and the director had been in a hurry to reach the end before the high tide comes to engulf them. The sharp curt dialog and the constantly bolting action makes it a little confusing, so this is a film you need to see several times, and even if you watch it again and again, you will still have some difficulty in sorting things out. Usually in noir thrillers like this there is a dame behind it all, knitting it all together, and there is a dame here of course, but she is not knitting it together but rather becomes more of an outsider excluded from the game. The introductory scene is a masterpiece in itself, two hard gamblers in journalism stuck in a wrecked car after an accident driven off the road next to the sea, while the tide Is rising, certain to drown both of them, while they have a few moments to discuss their situation - then follows the long flashback, which is almost the entire film, while you all the time will be waiting for the moment of the accident, what caused it, and the end of it. Since the film is not very long, only 70 minutes, and since the action is constantly racing, you will have no problem waiting for it.

There are B movies from the forties, and then there are really good B movies from the forties. This one belongs in the latter group. A good case could be made that it is among the best B films ever made. It has editing flaws to be sure, and some of the dialogue is corny and there are throwaway lines, but the primary plot and set-up for the film are first-rate. It will keep you guessing from beginning to end, and I guarantee you that you will most likely be guessing wrong, like I did. And I usually don't guess wrong in these films. That alone should tell you something about the plot. Good luck trying to guess the man (or woman?) who is the secret killer.