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Sadly Over-hyped

Good movie but grossly overrated

It is not deep, but it is fun to watch. It does have a bit more of an edge to it than other similar films.

A great movie, one of the best of this year. There was a bit of confusion at one point in the plot, but nothing serious.

After a woman (Clyde) flees from an apartment following a series of shots, she car-jacks a passing motorist (Chandler) in order to escape and the two eventually become embroiled in a murder mystery (and a budding romance) they must solve to avoid suspicion.Throughout their enquiries a number of potential leads emerge, Gaye plays a quirky crime-scene photographer who collects ghoulish photographs of real-life murderers and serial killers, while Casey MacGregor looks a likely suspect as the brawny, silent gardener infatuated by Rebel Randall's vivacious vixen, a high society gal with champagne tastes on a beer budget (and who bears a striking resemblance to Paulette Goddard or Hedy Lamarr).Predictably, the sleuths manage to out-pace the clueless detective (Raffetto), closing the case in record time (61 minutes, in fact, Chandler solves the mystery in 50 minutes), and not a moment too soon as far as I was concerned. Lightweight and lacking suspense, it's not a howler, just an average B-picture mystery displaying little originality or excitement.

"Seven Doors To Death" is a very murky film, in both senses of the word: visually and in content. Sometimes we are practically looking at a black screen, especially during in scenes set in cellars, basements, etc. But it's also very hard to know who is who, to keep the story straight, and what's even worse, to care. The writer-director of this movie has over 90 credits on IMDb, so it's hard to know how he could have gone so wrong in this case. Then again, the fact that he directed 9 (!!) films in 1944 alone probably means he didn't have enough time to afford the proper care to every one of them. I'd give this forgettable mystery * out of 4 - and that's only for Rebel Randall's leggy and scrappy femme fatale.

This terrible movie comes from PRC—a tiny independent film studio known for making,…well,…crap. Their budgets were always low, the writing usually pretty bad and their talent usually unknown. When the term 'Poverty Row' was created to describe low-budget film studios that usually rented space in real studios at night to make their films, they must have had PRC in mind. Now this does not mean that all their films were unwatchable—their horror films with the likes of George Zucco were great fun. But you certainly did not expect art from PRC! This mystery film frankly irritated me—much more than usual. That's because the writing was so nonsensical and shabby that I found watching the film a real chore. In fact, after a while I found myself no longer paying attention…it was that bad.The film begins with a lady pointing a gun at a man's head and making him drive. When she instructs him to turn while making her getaway, his car crashes. The man naturally goes to the police…who do locate the lady but don't seem to care that she pointed a gun at a man's head and hijacked his car! And, what's crazier, is that although the man is mad and insists he will sue her for the damage (after all, the police didn't even arrest her!!), she acts like it's all his fault and refuses—saying "you are the one who had the accident"! Then, he smiles and tells her to forget about it!!! What part of a threat to murder a man and destruction of his car didn't he, the police or the writer understand?! Frankly, at this point I was sick of the film and rarely have I ever seen a situation so muddled and stupid in a film. It only seemed to get worse…and I wonder if the film was actually written by a lemur!

Any movie with Rebel Randall is a must movie (that's her on the jacket of the Alpha DVD) and in this one she not only has a really sizable part for once but even gets to do a buzz of sizzling dance steps! By contrast, the nominal heroine, June Clyde, is almost a nothing. I saw the movie only an hour ago and already I've forgotten all her scenes except the opening in which she jumps on to the running board of Chick Chandler's jalopy, (a roadster named "Genevieve", would you believe?).Mr Chick Chandler himself is hardly chic, nor would he rate on a ten thousand names list of the most charismatic guys in the movie world, but at least I can remember what he looks like.As for the rest of the players, poor old George Meeker, typecast as usual, tries his best to look nasty, but Edgar Dearing has abandoned his policeman's motorcycle for this one and looks out of place as a shopkeeper.Director Elmer Clifton, with the able assistance of his cameraman, has arranged some dark and half-spooky atmospheric effects, but his efforts are sunk — partly by his own script and partly by his shoe-string budget.