LeonLouisRicci Jam Packed Little Movie with Probably more Characters than the Budget or the Short Running Time can Encompass. There is much Cynicism in the Fate of the Many "Witnesses" to the Murder at Hand. Some like Mental Illness, Alcoholism, and Class Elitism are quite at home in the World of Film-Noir.The Movie does its best to keep all the Players in Line but it can be somewhat of a Challenge to keep them all Straight. But it makes up for the Complications with some Sharp Cinematography and Deeply Affected Participants. There is the Wrongly Accused Man trying to Unwind the Events that happened Years before, and Gig Young is the Public Defender trying Desperately to Help.The Film is so Full of Interesting Stuff that it Manages to be Entertaining Despite the Confusion. There is more than one Great Scene and some others that are Lurid B-Movie Delights. In the End it just Needed more Breathing Room to Elaborate on some of the Truly Interesting and Off-Beat Characters. But as it Stands there are some really Intriguing Interludes and doesn't Pull Punches as it Relies on some Stylized Realism for its Portrayal of Pulp Fiction.

kidboots Calling this movie a noir is drawing a long bow in my opinion but it is a terrific little movie whose compact length keeps it tight and exciting. Gig Young, one of the few "name" stars in this movie, was excellent as a young public attorney, Bennett, who, along with his father, a retired policeman, proceeds to hunt the man (or woman) down as he tries to unravel an eight year old murder mystery.Bill Jackson (James Anderson) a dishwasher at a local bar thwarts a robbery and reluctantly finds himself a hero with his picture in the papers. He has good reason to be reluctant - eight years before, as Richard Kincaid, he escaped from police custody where he was being held for murder. When he is re-arrested he still maintains his innocence and his story of a chance meeting with a group of friends at a bar has a ring of truth. Bennett believes him and attempts to track down the 7 people with varying results. Mr. Popularity (John Kellogg) has turned into a hopeless alcoholic, his adoring wife (Mary Anderson) is still adoring but finds it safer to lead a new life under a different name. The college athlete (Willard Parker) has returned from the war a blinded veteran and is now a book binder and his girl (Cleo Moore) has died - or so he has been told!!! The last couple, the quiet ones - she has moved away and Walter (Gerald Mohr) is now wealthy and his present wife was the young wife of the murdered man. Kincaid was accused by the man of having an affair with his wife and he then hastily left the party before the murder took place.I admit there was a bit of a problem keeping track of who was who. For a start they all actually looked as though they had aged 8 years and because none of the actors and actresses ever became household names it was hard to tell them apart. There were exceptions - Gerald Mohr's resemblance to Humphrey Bogart helped him become a familiar face in 1950s movies and TV, he always played the slick shyster. Cleo Moore started her career as a blonde bombshell in several of the Joe MacDoakes shorts and for a while, in the 50s, had the dubious honour of being Hugo Haas' muse in movies like "Bait", "One Girl's Confession" etc. And if that is not the notorious Lila Leeds as one of the prison visitors, I'll eat my hat!!!

modinesuggins It amazes me when people dismiss a movie because of its short length. I much more appreciate a compact, well written and directed movie than some drivel that drags on and on and makes me wonder what happened to the editor. I watched this movie with low expectations since i had never heard of the director and most of the actors. Despite the number of central characters, the director did an excellent job of quickly defining them and getting to the point of the movie. Any additional footage would have been superfluous and only bogged down the steady pace of the movie. James Anderson was excellent at avoiding the stereotypical unjustly accused victim, he neither ranted about his predicament nor did he come across as the overly likable guy who just happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, which is what is normally expected of that type of roll. Though it's hard to imagine a public defender putting as much work into the case as this one did, i thought it was a great bit of writing to make his pivotal discovery an accident despite the pd's dogged pursuit of those involved 12 years earlier. I highly recommend this movie to those who appreciate tightly written and economically directed movies.

bmacv The main shortcoming of Hunt The Man Down is that it's too short. It tells the attempt to exonerate a man of a crime committed a dozen years earlier, half a dozen eye-witnesses to which have long since scattered. That's a lot a backstory to cram into a scant 68 minutes – programmer length – when the plot to unfurl is almost as complicated as The Killing or Out of the Past. Despite some nicely observed detail, ranging from Los Angeles' Skid Row to Beverly Hills estates where maids stand by swimming pools with towels on their arm, the many characters don't get their due – Hunt The Man Down becomes less complex than confusing.James Anderson, working as a dishwasher in a bar that's held up after hours, shoots and kills the intruder; in the resultant publicity, he's spotted as the man who went on the lam before being sentenced for murder some years before. It falls to the public defender (Gig Young) to prove his innocence. With the help of his father, a one-armed retired cop (Harry Shannon), he tries to locate the guests at the impromptu drinking party in 1938 which (as such shindigs so often do) ended in the violent death of one of the merry-makers. He finds the original witnesses elusive, dissembling, deranged or dead. He also finds that, once a habit for homicide takes hold, it's hard to break....Though Young looks, well, young, he was 37 at the time, with close to two dozen movies behind him. He's still far and away the best-known member of the cast, with the exception of Iris Adrian (as a streel) and Cleo Moore (who shows up for the concluding courtroom scene in a knock-‘em-dead black number, topped off by the sort of hat worn only by floozies in witness boxes). The movie could have used more of her, and of Adrian. For that matter, it could have used more of just about everything.