
As Laura Hunt,
the title character, Gene Tierney is wonderful. She has the allure and
intelligence that Waldo refers to, but she also is enough of blank canvas that
he and the others (as well as the audience) can project their fantasies into.
Tierney’s gift is in showing us her real feelings and desires as the film
progresses, and the portrait over the fireplace becomes more of a real person.
Another highlight
of the film is Webb’s performance as Waldo. Caustic and sharp, with eyes that
shoot daggers, he incarnates his character to give one of the most memorable
performances of the 1940s. He got an Oscar nomination out of it, but lost (and
he would loose two years later, for a similar role in “The Razor’s Edge”).
Noteworthy are also Dana Andrews and Judith Anderson, as Laura’s patrician aunt
with a soft spot for Price’s character.
And then, there’s
the music. One of the most recognisable theme tunes of any film, Raksin’s score
is a masterpiece. Heard mostly throughout as source music (i.e. from the radio,
record, bands), I got the impression it became more of regular score once (and
another minor spoiler) Laura enters the film, breaking Dana Andrews dream-like
drunken stupor. Interestingly, the score did not get an Oscar nomination - in addition to Webb's, the film got nods for art direction, screenplay, director (Preminger's first) and won for Joseph LaShelle's beautiful black and white cinematography (beating, among others, "Double Indemnity", another noir with ravashing black and white cinematography).
If Laura” is one of the highlights in the
careers of nearly all those involved (Tierney, Webb, Andrews, Anderson,
Preminger and Raksin), the one sour note is Vincent Price’s grotesque
miscasting. He doesn’t fit the character. He’s ill at ease in his clothes and
his manner (and he shouldn’t in either) and I can’t buy him as someone who
depends on his looks and charm to live. I also can’t see what either Laura or
her aunt see in him.
As one minor note,
the chronology of the film is a bit dubious: by Waldo’s account, Laura was
around 17 when she first appears in his life, which might make her a tad too
young for her job. That is not Tierney’s fault though, it’s just lazy
scriptwriting. As is, Waldo’s opening narration, wonderfully delivered as it is
– unless what we are hearing is what he is typing, it is completely
inconsistent with the film’s time scale (the present, whereas the narration
suggests the past)
Another (very minor) irritation is the silliness
of some of the characters’ actions: everyone tags along Dana Andrews as if it
was the most common thing in the world (and to a sense it is in 1930s and 1940s
cinema); and everyone obstructs justice and gets away with it (particularly in
the maid’s case).