Probably the best amnesia thriller ever, though it takes Gregory Peck a while to realize he's suitably afflicted. By then, he also realizes he's a target for murder. As seemingly impossible in its set-up, as damnably tantalizing and tormenting, as a John Dickson Carr pseudo-supernatural detective novel, and yet with a reasonably satisfying solution at the end. Or anyway not an unreasonably dissatisfying one. Excellent black-and-white photography of a frigid, geometrized, inhuman Manhattan. And an entertaining collection of characters, with top marks going to Walter Matthau's crusty private eye and Kevin McCarthy's hail-fellow office politicker (favorite mode of address: "Booby"). Diane Baker, Jack Weston, George Kennedy; directed by Edward Dmytryk. (1965) — Duncan Shepherd
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