Synopsis
You are going to commit another murder...
A lawyer tries to exact justice on a woman he defended in court -- a woman whom he found out was guilty after getting her off.
1956 Directed by Peter Godfrey
A lawyer tries to exact justice on a woman he defended in court -- a woman whom he found out was guilty after getting her off.
Please Murder Me!, Mi dovrai uccidere!, Mata-me Por Favor, 请你杀了我
Watched his for the absurd title, and as an added bonus Dick ‘The Mummy’s Hand’ Foran was in it. Also, day drunk—life is good.
Despite the overwhelmingly low reviews, I actually really enjoyed this. It has a breezy runtime and great performances from its leads, but I love the fact that the point of contention becomes the double jeopardy clause of the Fifth Amendment preventing trying someone for the same crime twice. That’s what causes the main conflict in this film and the law student in me was geeking out... Gotta love noirs with legal realism.
"To Ray Willis, District Attorney: Dear Ray, in exactly 55 minutes, I will be dead. Murdered. First of all, let me explain, I find myself completely sober, reasonably sane, and not at all surprised . . . "
Between the "We’re all fucked" noir ethos, the film's tape recorder confessional framing structure, and - oh, I don’t know - the freakin' title, most of what transpires in Please Murder Me isn't a surprise, including Raymond Burr in defense attorney mode (okay, granted that one comes from a retrospective, post-Perry Mason viewpoint). Famed criminal lawyer Craig Carlson (Burr) informs his best friend/fellow former Marine that he's fallen for the man's spouse, Myra (Angela Lansbury), and wants to marry her, to which…
Jim Dooley observed in his excellent review of this cheapie that he had never heard of it until recently, and I hadn’t either until it appeared in a 2020 film noir calendar. I immediately wanted to see it because of my regard for Raymond Burr and Angela Lansbury, known as Ray and Angie at Chateau Noir, but forgot about it until I saw Jim’s review. Though the low-def print available from Amazon Prime is blurry and streaky at times, Please Murder Me is worth watching. Why, you ask? See below.
The film gets off to a somewhat sluggish start but picks up steam in its second half, becoming an entertaining, offbeat mystery, owing a bit of a debt to They…
PLEASE MURDER ME! feels like it should be a part of The Whistler movie series, or perhaps an episode on the television series, “The Alfred Hitchcock Hour.” The cast is a strong one, there’s murder and a courtroom drama, and then there’s the gimmick ending that ought to have offered a strong “word of mouth” following. Yet, I’d never heard of the film until recently. Instead of a noir thriller, it is much more of a potboiler.
Probably the biggest problem I had with the show is that, with the exception of the murderer, all of the main characters are so noble and moral. They also have a tendency to launch into speeches involving the need to “do…
Who knew Angela Lansbury could pull off playing a femme fatale? A great performance from the future prim detective of Murder She Wrote. Not the most stylish film noir you'll come across but this was surprisingly good and has a strange plot device which will make the title of the film more understandable once the trap has been set. Very solid.
Angela Lansbury is cheating on Dick Foran with his attorney buddy Raymond Burr. When Foran turns up with a slug in his chest, it falls to Burr to defend the auto-widowed Lansbury in a self-defense case. I'm sure you'll be shocked to hear that said case isn't as cut-and-dried as it seems.
I have a tough time with Raymond Burr, an actor who treads a fine line between boring and irksome for me. He's not especially appealing here, though he's not a complete drag on the ticket. The whole thing is very talky and overly dependent on courtroom exposition, but it's got a few things going for it that make it worth a look.
One is Angela Lansbury playing an…
Sometimes movies -- noirs in particular -- don't even have to be recognizably "good" to be fascinating. This one's pretty crap in its craftsmanship, but Raymond Burr's eros/thanatos arc is really compelling, and the femme-fatale vibes are at 200%, and there are some memorable mic-drop lines peppering the dialogue. I'm not a fan of Angela Lansbury, though...
We all knew Angela Lansbury was a murderer! Now this evidence comes to light showing the early days of her serial killing career, before she used the small-town famous author persona as a cover.
"Sometimes even the best things have a way of going south."
Angela Lansbury as the ice queen working the sharp angles. This was surprisingly fantastic. Loved the multiple twists, an especially the set ups for each act. Not sure why this doesn't get more love.