Cristi_Ciopron The 2nd Wilder directed a quirky suspense movie which has the trademarks of its author: beginning with Bromfield as a wicked scoundrel, the clubs, the beaches, Hawaii, late hours, and the jealousy—in this '55 movie, also in 'Manfish' from '56; except that here we get the glamorous side of a similar tale, with all the sordidness of the events, and with all the psychology and drama being left, alas, to … Bromfield, who was such an untalented player, and one would of enjoyed to see some class from at least one of the players. If the style is austere, cold though lively, sometimes awkward, the cast seems a bit of a motley crew, so that the story is sensibly well shown, but not very well acted.The sleazy storyline is suspenseful, but the characters are unlikable. Martha wasn't a leading actress, she was one for supporting roles, and it shows. Her part here is a wealthy widow, in a situation opposite to the one in a movie she had made 6 yrs earlier, 'Alimony', where she was a fortune huntress, now she's the duped wealthy spouse instead, as a woman with an unfortunate life, who clings to life and to an illusory happiness, and the director thought this enough to explain her unawareness. Martha V. manages once more to avoid eliciting our sympathy; she was a mediocre actress. The role was tailored to make us care, but regardless (but then again, the fact that her character is expended shows perhaps she's not even supposed to be that likable).The wealthy widow was from New York, her 3rd husband from Chicago, and they meet in California.

dougdoepke Not a bad programmer, nothing new in the con-man department, but with a nifty ironical ending. Con-man Ricardo (Bromfield) romances wealthy heiress Valerie (Vickers) who has a heart condition. Marrying her, he then plots ways of shortening her life. Trouble is Valerie's friend Marsha (Miller) suspects his motives and enlists Dr. Kirk (Hutton) to help track Ricardo who's also keeping company with Fritzie (Bowe) despite her husband. Thankfully, the complications come together at story's end. Bromfield, looking a little like Clark Gable, knows how to use a cigarette to suggest character traits. He's just slick enough to be persuasive. The ordinarily shrewish Vickers goes against type, her Valerie being a sweet-natured victim; at the same time, little-known Eve Miller shows why she should be better known. And get a load of Rosemarie Bowe (Fritzie) who's got enough steamy allure to melt a polar ice cap.Oh sure, the overall result doesn't rise above programmer level, but it's done well for a cheap indie. Too bad, however, that director Wilder doesn't or can't invest the filming with more style that would lift the visuals. And, on a niggling note-- this isn't really noir. Specifically, the film's missing such defining features as expressionist lighting, plus a morally ambiguous central character. Ricardo's wicked, but crucially he's not torn between ethical poles. In my book, the results count more properly as a crime drama.

kidboots Agree with the other reviewers - the sets are cheap, the music is cheesy but stay with it, it has the sort of the plot that would not be out of place in an "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" episode. At the time John Bromfield, who would soon be better known as "The Sheriff of Cochise", was the most known star - Martha Vickers was a 1940s glamour girl famous for her role in "The Big Sleep" and also for being one of Mickey Rooney's ex wives, Robert Hutton didn't have much of a career to lose in the first place.Bromfield plays slimy Rik DeVilla, the "big bluff" who sees vivacious widow Valerie Bancroft (Vickers) as the answer to his prayers. She is wealthy and, more importantly, has a heart condition and before Rik's arrival, has been going downhill fast and not expected to live!! Unfortunately for Rik, once they meet, her health picks up and she is rejuvenated by Rik's high spirits!! That is not good for his plans - he will have to do something drastic!! Not everybody thinks he is the answer to a girl's dream - Valerie's secretary, Joan, has her doubts. He initially thought she was the merry widow and so tried to wine and dine her, however once he meets the real Valerie he sticks to her like a leech!! Not only is he substituting Valerie's heart pills for plain bicarb soda, Joan is convinced he is having an affair with a luscious exotic dancer Fritzie. Rosemarie Bowe was just gorgeous and why she couldn't have had a decent career based on her beauty alone is mystifying. She reminded me of a more sultry Mary Murphy - maybe marrying Robert Stack the next year made her rethink her career.He picks a fight with both Valerie and Joan - it is all part of a vicious plan to create an alibi with Fritzie when things get sticky later on but one person they hadn't counted on was Fritzie's extremely jealous husband, who, unknown to the others, starts his own vendetta with very complicated results!! Don't judge it - just watch it!!

bmacv Sibling rivalry can be a dreadful thing; look at Joan Fontaine and Olivia De Havilland. Sometimes, however, it approaches farce. W. Lee Wilder probably should have stayed in New York making purses, but, no, he had to follow his little brother Billy to Hollywood. And in Hollywood, maybe he could have been a passable producer (two early Anthony Mann movies, The Great Flamarion and Strange Impersonation, bear his credit). But, no, he had to direct, showing the world how vast was the disparity between young Billy's talents and his own inadequacies. Billy, long estranged, used to call him `a dull son of a bitch,' and he was being generous: W. Lee isn't merely dull, he's barely competent.The Big Bluff rehashes a plot that Wilder had used in 1946 for The Glass Alibi. Merry widow Martha Vickers has a bum ticker and only a few months left to live. Off she goes to California with paid companion Eve Miller only to cross paths with slick operator John Bromfield (he brags about business interests in Central America but he's just a gigolo). The prospect of coming into her money at her early death emboldens Bromfield to court and marry her.But there are obstacles. Her secretary/companion and her physician (Robert Hutton) harbor suspicion of Bromfield's motives. And Bromfield's mistress Rosemarie Stack, half of a sultry nightclub act with her jealous husband Eddie Bee, doesn't cotton to his romancing another woman. But the impatient Bromfield, not content with letting nature take its course, starts tampering with Vickers' pill supply. When, paradoxically, she seems to thrive under his care, he concocts a back-up plan, and the movie jutters along to a twist ending, à la Alfred Hitchcock Presents.The plot is hand-me-down James M. Cain, done proud by the cheesiness of its direction (it's like a stock-footage festival). Wilder lets his cast get away with the stiffest readings of the literal-minded script (Martha Vickers would never nab many statuettes, but Howard Hawks goaded her into acting as Carmen Sternwood in The Big Sleep). Yet every so often there's a dark glint that keeps one watching: Bromfield and Stack plotting in a shadowy hotel staircase; Bromfield and Vickers toasting with schnapps at Scandia or `lo-balls' at La Rue. Something saves The Big Bluff from sinking to the very bottom of the barrel; it sure wasn't Wilder.