This week on TCM's Noir Alley (tonight at midnight, tomorrow at 10:00 AM)....
The Third Man, which isn't really American (it's British, despite the fact that the AFI lists it as the 57th-best Hollywood movie), which means it isn't really film noir, but that's an argument for another day....
- The Third Man (1949). Director: Carol Reed. Cast: Joseph Cotten; Orson Welles; Alida Valli; Trevor Howard; Bernard Lee; Ernst Deutsch; Siegfried Breuer; Erich Ponto.
On a lark, American author Holly Martins (Cotten) travels to post-war Vienna to visit his old friend Harry Lime (Welles). Before Martins can even get acclimated to the war-torn and military-occupied city, he learns that Lime has been killed in a suspicious road accident (he was run over by a truck in front of his own apartment building). At Lime's funeral, Martins meets a pair of British soldiers (Howard and Lee), who tell him that his friend was a ruthless racketeer as they try to send him packing back to America. This, of course, piques Martins's interest in the matter and provides more than enough incentive for him to stick around Vienna and investigate Lime's death, which is beginning to look less like an accident and more like a murder. As Martins travels through the seedy Vienna underworld (filmed on location, complete with bombed-out buildings and piles of rubble), he meets Lime's shady friends (Deutsch; Breuer; Ponto) and sexy paramour (Valli), whose stories about Lime's life and death tend to confirm his darkest suspicions. Welles did not direct or write this movie (although he is generally credited with creating his famous cuckoo clock monologue), and he appears on screen for only a few minutes, but he is clearly the star of the show, the X-factor who not only drives the plot but also turns a standard thriller into a cinematic masterpiece. Justly famous for Robert Krasker's dark cinematography, Anton Karas's haunting zither score, Graham Greene's taut screenplay (from his own novella), the climatic chase scene in the sewers of Vienna, and the very un-Hollywood coda at Harry Lime's grave. A must-see classic.