Sizzling with red-hot dialogue and boasting a finely chiseled script, Dead Reckoning is a highly entertaining noir roller coaster starring your favorite quick-witted garrulous chum, one Humphrey Bogart. He brought his usual nimble charm here, but the absolute standout was Lizabeth Scott. By actually realizing the unchangeable rottenness at the core of her character's nature, always looking out for her own interests and incapable of connecting to other people on an emotional level, she brought a masterful twist to the femme fatale persona and refreshed its sometimes oversimplified role in noirs. Her fate was the most tragic of all: she desperately wanted to love and be loved, but when she did get the latter, she didn't know what to do with it. She was at war with herself at all times, her unconscious self clashing with her conscious desire to change and become a better person. She wanted to love Bogie unconditionally, but would constantly get reminded of the futility of her endeavors by her inner demon. She wanted to trust him genuinely, yet she couldn't help but repeatedly barge into her own impregnable wall of resistance, fueled by the insecurity and fear of what could happen if she were to let her guard down for a second and finally give instead of take. She was trapped in a vicious circle that hurt her every time she attempted to get out. And the fact that she realized her own tragedy just made it all the more tragic. Thank you, Lizabeth Scott, for capturing this harrowing colorfulness, it was brilliant.














