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Naked Edge (Pennybaker-Baroda; United Artists), the whodunit that is the late Gary Cooper's last picture, is a waste of a good man. As a buildup, the film's promoters have decreed that large red lights shall flash outside theaters for the last 13 minutes of each performance to warn curiosity-maddened customers that all attempts to storm the box office during that period will be repulsed. But like the Maginot line, the fortifications work only one way; there is no provision to withstand charges from customers already inside the theaters who want...
...Manhattan, a tax appraisal of the estate of prolific Whodunit Author Mary Roberts Rinehart, who died in 1958, revealed that crime can indeed pay. Despite gifts over the years to charity and her family that totaled approximately $2,000,000, Mrs. Rinehart's net estate was $658,461, of which $38,400 was bequeathed to relatives and employees, the remainder to her three sons...
What Krebiozen is, or even whether exists, has been impossible to establish by impartial analysis because of another whodunit circumstance. In early 1951 Ivy and Durovic were worried about the stuff's keeping qualities. Somebody mentioned casually that perhaps it would keep better in oil. Straightway, Durovic dumped his whole supply into light (pharmaceutical grade, No. 9) mineral oil. The dilution is so great that the presence of the drug can no longer be proved. And of course its chemical composition was smothered under the gusher...
...Frontier? This whodunit is essentially a whydidit. The man who delves into the twisted personality wreckage of the past is the stodgy self-effacing ("I am something of a square") narrator of the novel to whom Mason Flagg was a prep-school idol. Complicated flashbacks reveal that Mason Flagg is something of a heel, the hybrid product of a $2,000,000 trust fund and an incestuously possessive mother. By his 205 he is braining his wife with stray crockery, and swapping bedmates at Greenwich Village parties that Author Styron stops teasingly short of describing...
...Chicago, four weeks after the competing AromaRama opened in New York, Mike Todd Jr. finally uncorked his own Smell-o-Vision film. Something less than an attempt to go around the world in 80 whiffs, Scent of Mystery is a whodunit that lacks coherent narrative, is little more than a pastiche of festival scenes, falls on its nose...