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Ever since Zola wrote 'Therese Raquin' the formula of the young lovers killing off the inconvenient husband has proved extremely popular with writers and film-makers. In this fine adaptation of Hadley Chase's 'The Sucker Punch' the intended victim is the wealthy wife. Although known as 'A Kiss for a Killer' the original French title loosely translates as 'The Chump and the Babe'. Handsome hunk Henri Vidal is very good as the chump and Mylene Demongeot is magnificent as the babe. The wife is wonderfully played by one of Italy's greatest cinematic prima donnas, Isa Miranda, here seamlessly dubbed by Lita Recio. Very well directed by craftsman Henri Verneuil, beautifully shot by Christian Matras with an excellent score by Paul Durand. The editing by Louisette Hautecoeur is as always, exemplary. The murder scene is brilliantly handled and the ending which in lesser hands might be risible is very effective. I get rather weary of reading reviews in which Demongeot is compared to Bardot. Demongeot is a far better actress but does not have Bardot's notoriety. As for Henri Vidal, how on earth one wonders could such a fit, athletic man die of a heart attack at the age of forty? One then reads that he had a drug problem which would make his premature demise not quite so surprising. This is an absorbing, first class film noir in which committing the crime is one thing, living with it quite another.

Prolific crime writer, Rene Raymond, wrote over 80 thrillers under the pseudonym, James Hadley Chase. These dime novels were extremely popular in the 1940s and 1950s, particularly in England and France. One of the least known and least promising of Chase's tales would appear to be "The Sucker Punch", but Henri Verneuil turned it into this excellent movie, which not only has the advantage of his engrossing screenplay (written in collaboration with Annette Wademant and Francois Boyer) but his inspired, powerful direction. The acting of the stars, Henri Vidal, Mylene Demongeot, Isa Miranda and Alfred Adam, cannot be faulted; while the photography by Christian Matras is, as we might expect from Matras, absolutely outstanding.

A solid film noir with strong echoes of Sunset Boulevard (the "kept man" who comes to hate his keeper) and Double Indemnity. The dialog lacks the crackle of the best noir, and I found the performance by leading man Henri Vidal lackluster. Some of the rear-projection driving scenes are unintentionally hilarious -- they reminded me of a sequence in Airplane! And a scene at a wrestling match -- possibly a failed attempt at foreshadowing -- seemed badly out of place, more appropriate for Nothing Sacred or (Zucker Brothers again) a Police Squad! episode. But Mylène Demongeot is terrific (not to mention hot) in a fresh-faced variation on Barbara Stanwyck's femme fatale role in Double Indemnity. The plot has several nice twists. Hard to find (I happened to spot a poorly transferred VHS copy at a library book sale) but worth checking out.

Henri Vidal works for a bank and has a chance to chisel some francs from rich Isa Miranda. When it turns out she knows, he turns it on its head, and eventually she proposes to him. Vidal, however, is already having an affair with her secretary, Mylène Demongeot, who is mulling a proposal from her other lover, a rich guy. Vidal and Mlle. Demongeot fantasize about killing his wife and enjoying the money, but two people like them could never get away with it. Then Vidal comes up with a perfect murder scheme.

It's a handsome little policier co-written and directed by Henri Verneuill; he was not a great talent, but he was a redoubtable craftsman, and this movie, from a novel by James Hadley Chase, has lots of twists and turns, with an ending that surprised me.... and of course, seemed inevitable afterwards.

"What Price Murder?" suffers from a way, way, way too sluggish first half where almost nothing happens and which could potentially cause viewers to shut the film off early: it largely appears to be a travelogue of the French Riviera and the Italian Venice, but for that purpose it would have benefitted majorly from being shot in color. The film does get better in the second half, when it embraces the pulpiness (and the bleakness) of James Hadley Chase's story: there are some interesting plot developments and one "bit of business", in particular, involving a phone call and a recording machine, that I would honestly describe as brilliant. Still, that is not enough to recover from the sluggishness of the first half. Mylene Demongeot is very good here and shows again why she was arguably Bardot's most serious French rival at that time. ** out of 4.