L'oeil caché

Courtsey of MGM's prolific/proficient second feature output unit, comes this sequel to Fred Zinnemann's debut feature 'Eyes In The Night', about a visually-impaired sleuth. This time around, the technical team is unfortunately less resourceful than their protagonist who is busy, with the aid of his faithful guide dog, trying to clear an innocent man of murder.

The replacement of B-frisson chills with chuckles is a miscalculation on this outing, and stereotype B-movie characterisations abound from vulnerable love interest to seedy villains. The story's gritty, 'urban' settings, replete with dark alleyways and disused warehouses, are never exploited to the full effect of their classic noir trappings.

The proceedings are all lighthearted enough if a little too genial. However, although there is some inevitable sentiment, the film is surprisingly unpatronising in its treatment of our blind hero. All in all it's a disappointing sequel, but not an hour-and-a-bit wasted.

Slick programmer from MGM. It's not exactly a whodunit, though the narrative starts out that way. Rather, the plot becomes a battle of wits between Capt. Maclain (Arnold) and the killer. Seems someone's knocking off members of the Hampton family, leaving daughter Jean (Rafferty) in danger. Now blind ex-cop Maclain, along with police dog Friday and comedic helper Marty, have to figure things out before more bloodletting.

Arnold's Maclain has to be the most genial cop in movie annals: he even manages a chuckle in the direst circumstance. I guess that shows acceptance of his impaired condition. Good to see one of my old-time heartthrobs Frances Rafferty looking gorgeous as usual. And that's Leigh Whipper briefly as the colored butler. Too bad he doesn't get to show the soul he shows in the classics Of Mice and Men (1939) and The Ox-Bow Incident (1943). Once you see him there, you don't forget. And, of course, there's Friday who should get a canine Oscar for his winning performance.

Anyway, the programmer's mainly a personality detective show, slickly done by MGM's accomplished production crew. I guess my only reservation is with some of the look-alike supporting players and keeping them straight. Still, it's an entertaining way to spend an hour that's also lost little over the years. Meanwhile, this old geezer could sure use a buddy like the genius-level Friday.

Eddie Arnold is the blind detective MacLain, helped by his dog and an assistant. now that a couple people from the same family have been knocked off, MacLain is brought in to track down the killers. a lot of discussion on perfumes. and Sumatra keeps coming up. a tired, running gag where MacLain's assistant keeps spilling perfume all over himself. co-stars Frances Rafferty and Ray Collins. the wheels turn slowly as MacLain comes up with clues. and he keeps laughing. it's a little odd. it kind of stumbles along. it has all the usual elements of a crime story, but it's just not very compelling. Directed by Richard Whorf. only directed about ten films, then it was a whole lot of television. no big deal. whatever.

As a genial blind detective, EDWARD ARNOLD chuckles his way through his familiar role as the man whose keen mind and senses detect things that a man with eyesight cannot possibly see. In this particular mystery, the murderer is revealed halfway through and the suspense lies in wondering how Arnold will get on his scent.

WILLIAM PHILLIPS has a good supporting role as his assistant who's assigned to test some perfumes. His scene at a perfume counter is the film's only solid comic moment and he shares it with the unbilled and unknown AUDREY TOTTER as an amused clerk. FRANCES RAFFERTY is the pretty leading lady, a woman about to inherit a huge fortune upon the death of her wealthy uncle. The crime is planted on her fiancé and it's up to Arnold to find a way to reveal the true murderer.

JACK LAMBERT makes a good thug, but Edward Arnold's bland portrayal of the amiable blind man is a bit tedious after awhile. Overall, it's pretty mild stuff.

Edward Arnold was an excellent actor, and all films with him are outstanding for his contribution. He made two films as the blind detective Maclaine with his good dog Friday, and although rather short, they are both excellent, the second even better than the first. There is nothing cheap or artificial in the construction of the intrigue, which eventually keeps constantly increasing in excitement and suspense, and you have to worry at times about the detective, especially when his dog gets into trouble. Ray Collins is abominable as the corrupt godfather-like guardian, and it is impossible not to fall into the trap of suspecting the wrong person of all these family murders. This is great entertainment for a chamber drama of murder at home.