Carol Reed's celebrated stab at film tragedy is way wide of the mark: a mere flesh wound. James Mason plays a dying Irish revolutionary fleeing from a police dragnet with all the agility of an oak plank, as rigor mortis begins to set in long before his time is up. The nocturnal city streets -- empty, shiny, tilted -- were a commonplace sight in movies from every country of the world before Carol Reed decided to elaborate their obvious potential for symbolism. (1947) — Duncan Shepherd
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