Double destinée

With only a handfull of reviews, and seemingly no wide-spread popularity, it is time to advocate for this movie.

There is nothing wrong with it, it has a 'noir' feeling, and plays on a larger scale of levels of the basic human feelings. There are some twists and turns, there are no lengths, a tight script, good cinematography, and as basis a story of depth. All well done! (Except, and we all knew that, didn't we? That Mexican actors are not the greatest ones. So here. Otherwise I might have given a '10'.

The story has been described elsewhere, a twin of sisters, one completely different character-wise from the other - so it seems - lead totally different lives: one in luxury, the other at the lower end of the financial scale. They quarrel frequently.

At one moment in time, one has to chance to slip into the role of the other. And does that quite efficiently. Though only to discover that the other, the rich one, doesn't actually suffer less.

And then there's this police officer who - we assume by the script - was told to vie for about the most ridiculously-in-love person that one can imagine. But he's not in love with the lady that the other one has taken up, so he'll probably miss his luck.

And at the very end, when discovering the true ongoings, he suddenly falls from love. So it seems that only his girl kind of expects to be loved, and still is in love.

Sometimes this movie reminds me of Bunuel: In the end, there is not 'the good one' and neither 'the bad one'.

In case you have an opportunity to watch this movie: make sure not to miss it!

By the early 1940's the actress described by Marlene Dietrich as 'the most beautiful woman ever to come to Hollywood', found life in Tinseltown to be untenable and returned to her native Mexico where the films she made with director Emilio Fernández not only established her as the biggest star of that country's Golden Age but enabled her to excel in roles that would have been inconceivable in Hollywood. Another director for whom Dolores del Rio shone was Roberto Gavaldón and this magnificent 'Noir' marks their first collaboration.

Gavaldón has directed with flair and finesse whilst cinematographer Alex Phillips, set designer Gunther Gerszo and composer Raúl Lavista have created an eerie, otherworldy feel although some might question excessive use of the theremin.

Unlike the other 'twin sister' movies released the same year: 'Stolen Life' and 'Dark Mirror', Gavaldón's film cleverly blurs the moral boundaries and throws in some Catholic guilt for good measure. Despite playing a murderess del Rio engages our sympathy and at a very well preserved forty-two is convincing in the romantic interludes whereas the remake from 1964 had to be drastically rewritten to accommodate a Bette Davis in her late fifties.

Gavaldón's is a quintessential film of its type, the final scene of which lingers long in the memory.

I just finished watching this movie on You Tube. As a warning, I think it fair to prevent the reader that my comment has been done leaving aside all logical thinking. I'm using only my gut feelings to say what I'm saying about this movie, otherwise it'll be impossible to accept the incredible script, awkward situations, cardboard like acting and impossible sets, all of it totally contrived, but maybe because of that it's such a watchable movie, because it's so bad that it's good, VERY good.

Do I make any sense??

Since the other reviewers did an excellent job with their critics, I don't want to repeat impressions quite similar to my own.

I just want to say that I'm still overwhelmed by the experience...

What a movie, what a jewel of kitsch!!! I always adored, as a child, Dolores del Río (since then, I've come a long way...), although I never saw her at the peak of her supernatural beauty, when in the twenties and thirties of the 20th century she lived and worked in Hollywood and was considered one of the most beautiful and glamorous women of that time, in Hollywood or in any other place on earth (this movie --1946- makes her about 40 or older, but still ravishing).

I agree with one of the reviewers about the scene where the detective and one of the twin sisters go to the bar where he used to go before "the incident" and he remembers his bride in front of this woman... I never whimpered so hard watching a scene as I did watching this one and long ago watching Philadelphia (1993).

Finally, there are TWO LINES the detective says at the end of the movie that definitely will blow your mind sky high (the script is so good --in this particularly kitschy way-- that it'll be impossible to top it even nowadays).

And the very last scene is unforgettable, since the doomed future of this tragic character weighs on the spectator with the force of a ten ton truck hitting you on the head.

Seriously, I don't have words to express what this movie stirred in me, as bad as it is.

Mexican movies of that time are incredible masterpieces (in that twisted way).

The black and white photography, the impeccable Spanish pronunciation of these actors, the MOOD..., If I got that carried away watching this movie in my small computer screen, I cannot imagine what reaction I could've had at a movie theater, with the big screen and big sound. I suppose I would've been carried away between two alarmed nurses to the next hospital ward in utter anguished ecstasy.

As I said at the beginning, relax, don't use the reasoning side of your brain and you'll have a hell of a fascinating time watching this movie.

Just incredible.

Based on a Rian James ' thriller , it was remade with Bette Davis in America as "dead ringer" ,but the first version is much better .They are even shades of "vertigo" in the relationship between Maria turned Magadalena and her ex-suitor ; the last scene is so intense that it's quite possible that the distraught man has finally discovered the horrible truth .And neither "vertigo" nor the French novel on which the screenplay was written "d'entre les morts" existed in 1946.

Death and madness are the keynotes as it would be in "El niño y la niebla "(1953) and "Mascario" (1960)-which began with the feast of dead in Mexico . Like Olivia De Havilland in "the dark mirror" released the very same year , Dolores Del Rio plays two parts ,but unlike the Siodmak psychological suspense , there is no "good one" and "bad one" ;after all when you put Maria and Magdalena together ,you get the name of a biblical woman who was in turn a sinner and a saint .

Physically and morally ,both sisters are worlds apart : Maria looks like a spinster , Magdalena a sexy socialite whose most fervent wish is to get rid of her mourning clothes .Maria is exploited,economically and sexually , by a society that leaves only one hope : to win on the lottery (signs often appear on her way) .

Roberto Gavaldon's directing is ,as usual ,brilliant : the opening scene ,a funeral , the murder (the shot is lost in the din of the firecrackers ,while a clown's head is dangling , a threatening omen (in El niño y la niebla (1953) , in the masked ball ,a terrifying dancer represents madness); when she comes back to her victim's house , the mourners are praying for her brother-in-law 's soul ,and the viewer before he hears the incantations thinks Maria is losing her mind.And afterward she becomes almost crazy in the empty house where shadows and lights create a presence (a sublime shot of a mirror reflects three images of the woman ).

And finally ,when she is aware of her brother-in-law's will ,she will understand she threw away her most precious things ;the buck who woos her (her sister's lover) is a hateful fortune-hunter who blackmails her.

Suspense is sustained till the last minute ,as I write above , and " la otra" compares favorably with the best American films noirs.

Dolores del Rio back in Mexico following her wartime sojourn in Hollywood made her own equivalent of Bette Davis' 'A Stolen Life' the same year, from a story by Rian James actually remade with Davis nearly twenty years later as 'Dead Ringer' (1964) under the direction of Paul Henried (with Karl Malden as the heroine's true love).

Del Rio looks more ravishing than Davis ever could, and Gunther Gerszo's dramatic sets are garnished with appropriate photography by Alex Phillips and a 'psychological' theremin score by Raul Lavista.

The final scene is a classic, although it does take a long time getting there.