Crime Against Joe

Struggling artist, Joe Manning (John Bromfield) goes out on a drinking binge. His evening takes a bizarre turn when a sleepwalking woman (Patricia Blair) crosses his path.

From this point, Joe's luck changes, and he gets mixed up in a murder. With the cops on his trail, Joe sets out to prove his innocence and track down the real killer.

CRIME AGAINST JOE is an enjoyable crime drama / mystery. There are some nice twists and a satisfying finale. Bromfield is convincing in his desperate role.

Co-stars the incredibly beautiful, Julie London, years before her Dixie McCall days!...

... back in the middle of the last century. Maybe this one is not a timeless flick never to be forgotten. But hey, it is fun to watch it late night. It is charming to watch a noir movie. This comes from a time when there was no tv series... Or at least not like today... And I can see here what would become a teenage horror/slasher movie late, in the 80's. It is a fast paced thriller with two or three funny moments, not very complex, no remarkable characters... However, a good movie. What should I stop to watch tomorrow? Law and Order? I mean, I will, but eventually I will come back to the noir, crime cinema. Nice to get to know the history, the culture.

Slightly Above Average Filler with some Interest Provided by a Pedestrian Julie London as a "Car-Hop" who Loves Her Joe.

Shady Characters Abound and that Includes Authority Figures like Law Enforcement and Doctors.

They are Painted as Either Corrupt or Unhelpful at the Least.

The Plot Involves a Drunk Joe Meandering About the Streets and Bumbles into a Serial-Killer Murder, is Framed and Spends the Run-Time Uncovering the Real Criminal.

Elements of Crime such as a Lustful Woman-Hating Murderer, are Paraded Out in Norish Fashion as the Innocent Joe, a Sympathetic PTSD Korean Vet, an Artist who Lives with a Doting Mom.

The Guilty Party, Aside from the Despicable Entourage of Society's "Suits" that Hypocritically Populate this Mid-50's Milieu, is Easy to Spot because the Low-Budget Doesn't Allow for Many Suspects.

Julie Doesn't Sing and is Slightly Miss-Cast as a Teen-Aged Waitress, but is Easy on the Eyes. Her Supposed Romance with a Fat Cab Driver and Friend of Joe, Strains Credibility.

Overall, a Not-Bad Little Entertainment with some Intriguing Representations of Characters,

the Most Bizarre is a Sub-Plot with a Possible Incestuous Father and His Sleep-Walking Daughter.

This is a strange offbeat little movie. At times it is dumb and clichéd 1950's police drama and at times it is philosophical and quite interesting.

In the second scene of the movie, we have Joyce Jameson running at full speed screaming that she's been attacked. It is quite jilting. Unfortunately, the rest of the movie never matches the energy of this scene.

The standout in the cast is Julie London. She is best known as a successful 1960's singer of sultry ballads, but she did do a number of acting gigs. Here she plays a car hop named "Slacks." She is in love with the lead character "Joe." However Joe shows only a passing interest in her, as she has dated his good friend "Red." Julie manages to make the character extremely sweet, nice and strong. She is the opposite of a Femme Fatale, a real Penelope standing by her man.

Rebecca Blair (from the television series "Daniel Boone")is the only other person in the cast I knew. She literally "sleepwalks" though her part, although she does have one good scene at the end as a troubled teenager confronting her overprotective "Dad." While the sum does not add up to much, some individual scenes are clever enough to make this "Wrong Man" genre piece worth watching. It was apparently filmed in five days, so don't go in expecting great production values. For those who like early Roger Corman movies, you'll probably enjoy the similar style.

Crime Against Joe (1956)

The point of seeing a B movie like this isn't always to find a great masterpiece in the rough. There are the moments or originality, the bit performances, the style of photography or writing. But there is also the glimpse into a time period that sometimes seems more real exactly because it isn't all polished up and idealized.

And this is a pretty interesting, not so bad movie. It's set and shot in Tucson in 1955 (there's a calendar on one wall), a very low point for Hollywood movies, and this is coming from the fringes of that (one of the producers was the "third writer" in "Casablanca). There is one star, of sorts, a white crooner (and looker) named Julie London, who is lovely and sincere and not half bad..

John Bromfield is the centerpiece, and if he's a hair clunky, this makes him kind of more believable as a good-looking guy named Joe Manning on the outs. He's an ex-soldier who thinks he's an artist but knows not a very good one. He drinks too much. He wants a woman in his life, and the movie begins with him kissing his wise mother goodnight and he goes out on the town. "Well, I'm looking for a girl," he says to the singer from the bar (another torch singer, Alika Louis, who appears here in her only movie).

One of the social revelations of the movie is attitudes toward drinking and driving. Joe gets hammered while sitting in his car, drives to a diner, and is visibly drunk as a couple of cops say hello to him (one even chuckles, as if it's kind of funny). More chilling encounters with the cops come later. A killer is bumbling around town, and it looks like it's either Joe (and we don't know it) or the cops are going to think it's Joe (and it's not). It's a pretty tense situation held back only by some occasional awkwardness.

What makes it work, though, is the down to earth acting because it builds up the Hitchcockian mood of a wrong man under suspicion. Witnesses misinterpret things, evidence gets piled up based on presumptions. It's good stuff. And then Joe has to figure out the crime for himself, which he applies himself to with intelligence. (His acting gets better as he sobers up.)

And by the end you see why the movie has its title. It's no masterpiece, but it has enough going on to keep a movie lover glue, I'm sure.