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An Exercise In Nonsense

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

The joyful confection is coated in a sparkly gloss, bright enough to gleam from the darkest, most cynical corners.

Easily the biggest piece of Right wing non sense propaganda I ever saw.

Other than Jennifer Jones in Ruby Gentry have I ever seen a film which had more members of the male species in heat than in Blonde Ice where Leslie Brooks has every member of the cast with testosterone panting after her with the possible exception of police captain Emory Parnell. The cops are very interested in Brooks, she's killing men all over the place who threaten her position on the social scale and her efforts to improve same.There's a body count of three, a rich society guy, a wealthy attorney who gets elected to Congress but doesn't live long enough to even claim victory and a blackmailing pilot played by John Holland, Michael Whalen and Russ Vincent. Brooks started as a Suzy Knickerbocker type society columnist who wants to do more than write about the rich and privileged.David Leonard a criminal psychologist has her pegged from the beginning and does she hate him. Another reporter James Griffith has the hots for her, but she's rejected him and fashioned on to Robert Paige. He's the one that rings her chimes, but he's not rich and privileged.Blonde Ice was an interesting film though it got way too melodramatic toward the end. Noir fans should give it a look.

Cool title (no pun intended). This noirish little flick actually has a couple gems of dialog sprinkled throughout, like the one offered by Claire Cummings' first husband Carl Hanneman (John Holland) - "Don't you think you were being a little affectionate for a newly married woman"? That's all that's needed to set the viewer up for a cold and calculating femme fatale on the prowl for upward mobility. I have to say, Leslie Brooks fits the definition of gorgeous babe, but you'll also find her picture in the dictionary next to 'bitch on wheels'. I do wish the writing here was a bit more clever and the the acting much better than the amateurish portrayals we got. Seriously, did Claire (Brooks) really have to call room service with a menu to order OJ, toast and coffee? I can do that without even thinking about it.It doesn't take much for even the casual film viewer to figure this one out well before it's over. What's cool though (there's that word again) is the way Claire rakes all of her lovers over the coals before giving them the old heave-ho. And what gives with that pilot Blackie (Russ Vincent)? I've seen it before and can't figure out why a guy would try to shake someone down who's already shown a propensity to kill. It doesn't take much to pull the trigger one more time now, does it?But you know, this is just one entertaining little flick. I wouldn't go so far as to actually call it a noir film; the only real bad apple is the peach who runs the table with the men in her life. What the picture could have used was a more satisfying ending. It made no sense at all that Claire would come clean just on the old shrink's say so. I'm still mulling that one over.As for actress Leslie Brooks, this was the first time I've seen her, and was intrigued enough to check her credits here on the IMDb. Curiously, she appeared in twenty seven pictures throughout the Forties, and then one more in 1971. I wonder what that was all about.

Blonde Ice has a DVD that is almost too good for its own movie - the menu has a special ice-crackling design with dialog from the movie placed over and some of that chilling noir-ish music we all know and admire from the period. The DVD menu hints at it being a smashingly good B-movie, but as it turns out the film itself is just OK. Blonde Ice, one of those stories with the conniving and murderous sexy femme fatale who gets whoever she wants and in this case rich men who get suckered into her grasp, is a picture made for cheap, of course, but also with a cheap script: not much imagination goes into the dialog or the construction of the plot. Even the one possibly fascinating character, the one man, Les Burns (Paige) who has held a torch without shame for Claire (Leslie Brooks) for years and stands by and defends her against murder claims even if he suspects deep down she might have done it, is brushed aside into the conventional column.Brooks is a honey, that much has to be given to her, and she can act in some scenes- in others she just goes through the motions like the rest of the capable cast of character players (most of whom you wont know unless you are some kind of film-noir scholar like Alain Silver or other)- and she does give a decent anchor for some of the emotional scenes, such as at the end when she gives a confession that is as icey as everything else she does in the movie. The direction and writing are on par with her: not spectacular, not ever really a downer. Blonde Ice probably has an amazing poster, one of those you might see in an art-museum installation celebrating pulp fiction advertising. The content itself is just there to pay a couple of small bills and fill some seats for a double feature. It's recommended only to those who sniff out whatever 40s noir might have promise. Like me.

While the story here is a bit inane, it's not a bad movie. The female lead is good and the acting is pretty good as well. The plot concerns a cold blooded female who uses men to get to the top. Unfortunately, she is gun happy and doesn't leave them many options. She kills her wealthy husband and then moves on to the next guy, who is a pretty nice guy. He has suspicions from the start, but his affection for her gets in the way and he becomes too forgiving. When she finally hooks up with a senatorial candidate, things get really dicey and she reveals herself to the one friend she has. She plies her tricks a little too long. There are enough unanswered questions to keep one's interest. Watching her evolve is also interesting. She becomes so brazen and careless, yet she keeps landing on her feet. See it. It's not bad.