There's too much unintended mystery about A Woman's Secret for it to be anything but spotty entertainment.
There’s too much unintended mystery about A Woman’s Secret for it to be anything but spotty entertainment.
Story [from Vicki Baum’s novel Mortagage on Life] opens with Maureen O’Hara confessing to the shooting of Gloria Grahame, a trollop-minded chirp she has coached into the bigtime. O’Hara’s friend (Melvyn Douglas) doesn’t believe she did the shooting, and picture then goes into a confusing flashback account of her life as told by Douglas to a police detective (Jay C. Flippen). Footage moves constantly from the present to the past as Douglas tries to justify his belief in Miss O’Hara’s innocence.
O’Hara gives a straightforward account of herself. Grahame carries handicap of bad makeup and unbecoming hairdress, and Douglas is too coy as the piano-playing friend. Flippen is topnotch as the detective, lifting his scenes, as does Mary Phillips as his amateur private-eye wife.