First the lighting on Robert Mitchem's all like, whoa. Then Jane Russell slinks into a crime ring like whoa! Then Vincent Price stuffs Jane Russell in a closet, grabs a rifle, throws on a cape, and you're like...whoa.
Career gambler Dan Milner agrees to a $50,000 deal to leave the USA for Mexico, only to find himself entangled with fellow guests at a luxurious resort and suspecting that the man who hired him may be the deported crime boss Nick Ferraro aiming to re-enter to the USA.
His Kind of Woman is showing in 1 cinema in New York City - next screening Wednesday 18 November at 22:00 at Spectacle.
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First the lighting on Robert Mitchem's all like, whoa. Then Jane Russell slinks into a crime ring like whoa! Then Vincent Price stuffs Jane Russell in a closet, grabs a rifle, throws on a cape, and you're like...whoa.
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"Stop counting hombres and start that engine!"As the reliably incisive sakana1 has already noted, what we have with His Kind of Woman is a tale of two films. The first, directed by John Farrow, is a commonplace though somewhat sexy noir in which impersonal cardsharp Dan Milner (Robert Mitchum) accepts a nebulous job offer to leave the country for $50,000, eventually learning that deported crime lord Nick Ferraro (Raymond Burr) intends to steal his identity and perhaps his life; nevertheless Dan finds time to lust after buxom songstress Lenore Brent (Jane Russell), who claims to be old money but is in fact trying to bag flamboyant—and married—screen actor Mark Cardigan (Vincent Price), at least until things get steamy with Dan. The second, quasi-voluntarily directed by Richard Fleischer at the behest of RKO owner/noted lunatic Howard Hughes after Farrow's refusal, is a puerile adventure farce emphasizing the character of Mark that largely substitutes gusto for wit. Price's exuberance is a lot of fun—especially in a scene wherein he breathlessly watches one of his own films—but does not justify the swollen two-hour run time created by the endless reshoots.Dear readers already know that my love of Mitchum is what brought me here, and I'm happy to report that the M-man is in fine form, evincing serious BDE both with his trademark deadpan mordancy as well as protracted shirtless combat—though to this end I must admit he is curiously rawboned for someone who cannot be restrained by four men at one point in the film. Russell provides engaging slinkiness but is forced to take something of a backseat owing to Hughes' obsession with Price's character. Burr makes for a disappointing antagonist because of his inability to modulate his intensity; he's the postwar equivalent of a silent era bug-eyed villain with brooding eye makeup. Tim Holt features in an all-too-brief cameo as a friendly Fed trying to tip off Dan to Ferraro's scheme. Some stray notes:-SOMEBODY IS PUTTING THE SALT ON ME-DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR EYES OPEN OR SHUT?-I'M LIKE THE PLAGUE DOWN HERE-IT HAD A MESSAGE NO PIGEON WOULD CARRY-FOOLS GET AWAY WITH THE IMPOSSIBLE-I ONLY GAMBLE ON SURE THINGS-HE NEEDS TIME TO LIMBER UP HIS FINGERS-YOU DON'T HAVE ANY JUICE DOWN HERE!-ONLY ONE WAY TO HANDLE WELSHERS-I WANT YOU TO SEE IT COMIN'
A down-on-his-luck gambler accepts a mysterious job offer to travel to a Mexican resort, only to find himself entangled with dangerous criminals and eccentric resort guests.
John Farrow directed the 1951 classic Hollywood crime thriller, which features a distinctive blend of suspense and comedy.
His Kind of Woman is rated 15 in Sweden.
His Kind of Woman was released in Sweden on November 25, 1965.
