Word: murder
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...irate memo to his staff: "The Moretti case stinks to high heaven. I want to go after this as we have never gone after anything before." Despite threats on his life, Akers kept his staff digging until there was enough evidence to put the cop on trial for murder. Moretti was convicted and got a life sentence...
Trapped & Losing. "I wasn't allowed to leave the set during the day, not even for lunch," Samantha recalls. "On both Saturdays and Sundays I was obliged to rehearse from 11 in the morning to 7 at night, every weekend. It was murder. It was fantastic. I lived on my nerves." To coach Samantha, Wyler called in Character Actress Kathleen Freeman, who not only forced Samantha to struggle with the role, but hyped it up further with horror stories about a paranoid schizophrenic relative until Samantha was thoroughly psyched and having nightmares. The turning point came when Samantha...
...Producer-Director William Conrad's unsettling cinematic mannerisms. He recklessly jump-cuts from scene to scene, using gimmicky transitions or linking one sequence to another with trick dialogue. Between times, the plot turns upon Jeff's illicit love for Anne and his rash notion that he can murder her sadistic mate and get away with it by feigning insanity. The deed accomplished, all goes well until his encounter with a strikingly theatrical psychiatrist (Viveca Lindfors) who hints as tactfully as possible that Jeff's brainstorm was basically unsound. Any competent script doctor would second the diagnosis...
...Murder Most Foul. "A bunch of the boys were whooping it up . . ." begins Margaret Rutherford, auditioning for a provincial repertory company with a daffy, definitive recitation of Robert Service's Yukon ballad, The Shooting of Dan McGrew. She has no sooner finished than an actor drops dead at her feet. Though the plot has it that the poor chap was done in by poison, it appears more likely that he died of envy, for an act like Rutherford's is hard to follow...
...fourth film based on the ad ventures of Agatha Christie's snooper-sleuth Miss Marple, Murder casts a mere shadow of the series' former stealth, and Actress Rutherford has to flesh out the fun singlehanded. After working her bit of mischief as member of a hung jury, she sallies forth to pursue her hunch that a wilted rose and a faded theater program offer irrefutable evidence that a homicide has a ham in it. While the police fumble, she marshals vast jowls behind a mouth jutted into a small downturned crescent of incontestable certainty, or inhales...