Yeah, I´m pretty positive that Montgomery´s merits here as the worst ever screen Marlowe will never be outdone. The guy looks and talks and generally carries himself in a way that´s just about as off as it gets - after all, Marlowe´s not some dapper, chatty, vain socialite type prick who mostly looks and sounds like he wants to sell you something. It´s a blessing that due to the pov gimmick, we actually see very little of him. On the other hand, however, this means that we get far, far more awful acting by the other cast members, especially that Totter woman playing Adrienne Fromsett (although, when it comes to atrocious acting, she is ably rivalled by the guy who played Lavery in that single scene of his, as well as the broad who played Muriel Chess/Mildred Havilland).
Overall, Chandler´s excellent novel is turned to a ridiculously mawkish Christmas movie, dumbed down to boot by absolutely horrid dialogue (yes, they actually saw fit to replace most of the author´s renowned wit with some lame, corny nonsense of their own) as well as turning the whole thing into some kind of dopey romance. Thus far, the worst Chandler adaptation I´d seen, was the 1969 Marlowe with James Garner, but this one is truly something else. Whatta wretched bloody film.
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