To be completely honest with you, I wish we could’ve started out “Seven Shadows Week” with a little more ‘oomph’ than what “Murder, My Sweet” brought to the table. Sure it had the atmosphere down pat: a smart-mouthed dick, with dames hanging off his shoulder and danger around every street corner. Shadows bouncing off the actors’ faces and more cigarettes & guns than you can imagine. If I was just paying for the atmosphere, then I certainly got my money’s worth and then some. And hell, if you’re the type who doesn’t care much for the stories and simply wants to jump into the criminal underbelly of the big city, with the trench coat donning tough guys, then this films right up your alley. But me, I like a little more plot with my noir and “Murder, My Sweet” failed me in that respect. You see, I had a feeling that this one was going to take some wild twist & turns (like most noir’s tend to do), but by the time we got to the end, I didn’t know who stole the jade necklace, if anybody, why so and so killed Marriott (I’m trying my best to make this spoiler free – can you tell?) and what Mr. Grayle’s part in the whole mess was.
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