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The House Across The Bay

1940, Movie, NR, 88 mins

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Raft is a suave and wealthy nightclub owner who hires Indiana-bred Bennett to sing in his club. He is so enamored of her that he proposes and for a short time they are happy, even though both Raft's lawyer Nolan and Pidgeon, a rich airplane manufacturer, also have hot eyes for the sultry brunette. When Bennett learns that a rival gambling faction is out to kill Raft, she concocts what she thinks to be a clever scheme to protect hubby. She turns him in to the IRS for tax evasion, believing he will be tucked away safely in jail for a short time until the opposition tires of trying to kill him. Nolan, however, purposely conducts a lame-dog defense, and Raft gets the book thrown at him, ten years in Alcatraz. Bennett, ever the dutiful wife, takes a swanky apartment in San Francisco, one which gives a clear view of Alcatraz, and, night after lonely night, she watches the prison searchlights scan the waters. She visits him regularly, but Raft has no intention of spending ten years in the clink, especially when he learns that Nolan has doublecrossed him and is now moving in on his wife. He makes a desperate escape, swimming to San Francisco (a feat no con ever performed in real life), confronts Nolan, and kills the sleazy lawyer in a struggle. He then attempts to return to prison but is killed by police. Bennett winds up in the arms of sedate, safe Pidgeon, who has been waiting to gather up luscious Bennett for his love nest. The plot is fair to the middle of the film, but it then becomes so ludicrous that one cannot suspend disbelief any longer. Raft hams it up, and his snarling style is infectious, leading Nolan to follow suit. Bennett, one of those women whose smile always came close to a sneer (like Jane Russell), walks through the film in one revealing negligee after another and utters lines as mindless as the plot. leave a comment
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