Somehow or other, I missed seeing this movie all these years. I’m kind of glad I did, because I’ve seen many if not most of all the classic four star movies and it’s spellbinding to see something as good as this for the first time as an adult.
Jeez, what a unique, brilliant film! The camera angles and cinematography were peculiar and riveting, along with the film noir lighting. That scene where Harry Lime (Orson Welles) makes his first appearance was hypnotizing and so well-choreographed that it gave me the shivers. Still does. His second appearance at the fairgrounds (walking into the frame from a long distance away) was almost as deliciously tense. The last scene at the cemetery with Anna is also going to be stuck in my head for a long, long time (together with that zither music).
This sure had the look and feel of an Orson Welles film, but I was surprised to see that he had not directed it; it was a British director whose name escapes me right now.
I’ll never think about sewers the same way again.