We're No Angels

A rare excursion into comedy for the king of the curled lip, Bogart, but he proves that he could handle a comic line with the same aplomb he showed when handling a gun. Based on a French play (and having nothing to do with the 1953 Bella and Samuel Spewack play "My Three Angels," although both credit Husson's play as their source), it's a little too talky for its own good and one wishes that there might have been a bit more cinematic action, but the performers are all delicious and the fun they were having is evident in every frame. Bogart, Ustinov, and Ray escape Devil's Island. All three are life-termers, with Bogart having been incarcerated for forgery and Ray a...