Portrait in Black (1960)

It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

Although I seem to have had higher expectations than I thought, the movie is super entertaining.

what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

High camp and a load of old tosh. Ross Hunter's production of "Portrait in Black" is one of his lesser efforts and that's saying something. Lana Turner and Anthony Quinn (badly miscast) are the adulterous lovers who murder her rich husband, Lloyd Nolan, and are then plagued by a 4th party who seems to know what they did. Since Nolan was something of a louse your sympathies are initially with his killers, at least until they start to screw up and go off the rails. Others involved in this decidedly OTT mystery include Richard Basehart, Sandra Dee, John Saxon, Ray Walston and that siren of the silent screen Anna May Wong. Of course, it's terrible but not unenjoyable in a bad-movie kind of way.

The material was apparently written as a film noir vehicle for Joan Crawford in the mid 1940's. It has some nice surprises and plot twists, but there are points where the lead characters do such obviously absurd and witless things that you have to laugh. For example, one wonders why a wife would kill off a dying husband and risk going to jail instead of waiting a few months for him to kick the bucket naturally. The plot of spousal murder was done to death in hundreds of episodes of the Alfred Hitchcock television series. The level of writing and production is really equal to a good episode of that television series.What does make it a bit more fun is the acting. Lloyd Nolan, Anthony Quinn, Richard Basehart, Ray Walston, Lana Turner, Anna May Wong (in her last performance), and Sandra Dee were all really likable actors. They bring a lot of charm to their parts, whether they are supposed to be likable or not. I thought Ray Walston in a small part as a shity, debt-ridden chauffeur was especially effective. This was between his role of the devil in "Damn Yankees" and Martin the Martian on the television series, "My Favorite Martian" and it reminds us how great an actor he was. Also, it is interesting that Quinn and Basehart had been together in Fellini's masterpiece "La Strada" just four years before. As in that film, they do not get along here either.If the film had been made in the 1940's, at a decent studio, it might have been a classic, but for some reason, we are less forgiving of plot holes and unmotivated character behavior in color films. The actors manage to battle the clichéd script and characters to a draw, which makes it worth watching. This was on a two-film DVD along with Lana Turner's "Madame X". Someone wrote that watching "Portrait in Black" made television soap operas look like Shakespeare. Compared to "Madame X," "Portrait in Black" looks like Shakespeare.

Ms. Turner, enjoying a career renaissance kicked off by the combination of her Oscar-nominated role in "Peyton Place," the Stompanato murder case and the extraordinary success of "Imitation of Life," reteamed with producer Ross Hunter here as another well-to-do beauty suffering great duress. She plays the wife of cantankerous Nolan (who was the noble doctor in "Peyton Place"), a successful shipping magnate confined to a mechanical bed. His inherent bitterness leads him to lash out at Turner, who turns to his handsome doctor Quinn for comfort. When it becomes clear that they can never truly be together as a couple, they decide to relieve Nolan of his pain for good, but soon after they begin to get letters that hint of blackmail. Before long, they are faced with the prospect of committing a second murder in order to protect their secret. Meanwhile, shifty Basehart is running the company and eyeing Turner and Nolan's daughter Dee (who was Turner's daughter in "Imitation of Life") is carrying on with low-rung tugboat owner Saxon. Also, sneaky chauffeur Walston and vaguely threatening housekeeper Wong lurk around every other corner. Turner looks terrific throughout most of the film, being saddled with a couple of ugly hats here and there (and :::gasp::: wearing one outfit twice!), but generally looking fantastic. She was perfect at these types of glossy, over-the-top melodramas and this is among the best. The story (riddled with contrivance and preposterousness) reaches a fever pitch several times and overwrought Lana is right there to help serve it up at its best. Quinn seems a tad out of place, but it's nice to see him in a film from this period that didn't have him playing an Indian, a slave, a fisherman or some other type of earthy character. Basehart is remarkably slimy, Dee a bit more mature than she had been in previous films, yet still unable to shake off her squeaky-clean image and Saxon gritting his teeth in outrage when he isn't trying to canoodle with Dee. Walston gives an appropriately mysterious performance while silent film legend Wong is mostly relegated to stern stares and curt comments. Grey has a supporting role as Nolan's beleaguered secretary, while fairly grating child actor Kohler plays Turner's inquisitive son. Based on a short-running Broadway play from the 40's, but slathered over with the customary Hunter lavishness, this slightly overlong film is a glimmering camp hoot today. As if the overheated acting, silly script and glitzy décor weren't enough, there is a deliriously insane Frank Skinner score punctuating every "nuance" of the plot. At least there is some very creative, for the time, lighting and camera-work in evidence, giving the picture a nourish feel at times (which is quite an accomplishment considering all the gloss in view.) Highlights of the film include: Turner running open-armed to Quinn in his apartment, Turner, decked out in a purposefully drab gown, watching Quinn enter the house to kill Nolan, Turner running around the house and up and down stairs in her snug skirt, turning off lights and panicking and, most especially, Turner confessing that she can't drive and then being forced to operate an unfamiliar car on the Pacific Coast Highway during a hysterical rainstorm! Yes, it's basically her show all the way right up to the closing frames.

Portrait In Black is in many respects typical of the Ross Hunter films that rejuvenated Lana Turner's later career. If you're a fan of the genre, this one is quite entertaining, and in my opinion far superior to the previous year's terrible remake of Imitation of Life.Portrait In Black brings us a torrid soap opera revolving around the relationship between the wife of a wealthy shipping magnate, Sheila Cabot, and her husband's physician, Dr. David Rivera. Unable to bear having only a few stolen moments for the each other, they conspire to murder Sheila's husband so they can be together. They subsequently find themselves blackmailed and must determine who is the blackmailer and how they will extricate themselves from this web of danger that continues to keep them separated.As previous reviewers have pointed out, there are some rather silly aspects to the story, but these again are typical of the genre. For beginners, Sheila's husband Matt Cabot is said to have a hopeless terminal illness and to have been ill for many months. Thus, their motivation for murdering him is rather weak; he will soon die without any malicious intent on their part. If they really could not bear the wait, the idea proposed in the script, that they cannot just run away together because Matt Cabot would ruin Dr. Rivera's career and he would "never practice medicine again", is a rather unrealistic threat (although admittedly common in soap opera land). Dr. Rivera's home gives the impression he is already quite wealthy, it is not as though these two would be condemned to a life of poverty and want. These plot holes are exasperated by the poorly directed love scenes between David and Sheila, which consist of much-overplayed melodramatic panting, gasping, crying, and an inordinate and unnatural amount of chewing on one another's hands. Secondly, there are a few script blunders that could have been easily corrected. When Dr. Rivera requires Sheila to drive, he puts her in the car and has to explain what the gas and brake are for, yet in scene one we are told Sheila has been issued a learner's permit by the Department of Motor Vehicles. A learner's permit allows one to drive so long as another licensed driver is present, and one would obviously have to have mastered the basics of what makes the car go in order to be issued such a permit. The plot of device that Sheila "doesn't drive" would have been far more believable without the unnecessary learner's permit in the script. There are a number of similar absent-minded script errors here.Having said that, one does not watch a period Ross Hunter soaper for realism. One watches it for drama, and the lush and beautiful feel we expect from Mr. Hunter. In this regard, Portrait does not disappoint. Our setting is upper crust Nob Hill in San Francisco. The Cabot home, with the exception of the library being inexplicably painted black, is breathtaking. Lana Turner is stunning, and of course immaculately outfitted in high class fashions, shoes, hats, furs, and jewels at all times, as is Sandra Dee in her second role as Lana Turner's daughter (well, step-daughter in this one). Drama abounds and the at times weak script is handled expertly by the well seasoned cast, including Richard Basehart, Ray Walston, Virginia Grey, Anna Mae Wong, and John Saxon. While Anthony Quinn would have been ideally suited to his role of Dr. David Rivera if the film had been made fifteen years earlier, he is so badly addled by Michael Gordon's incompetent direction in this role it makes him seem a bit past it (with the exception of Pillow Talk, none of Mr. Gordon's films are particularly well directed).All things considered, this film easily meets its purpose, to entertain and is fun to watch…if you can find it. It is not out on DVD, is no longer available on VHS, and is seldom aired on television. But if you get the chance, it's well worth a watch.UPDATE: This film was release on DVD in Jan 2008, and it looks great!