chaos-rampant Film noir at the time wasn't the solid genre we can identify in retrospect, and didn't even have the name yet, but there were many semi-conscious efforts like this. It is wholly ordinary in the long run, probably echoing the previous year's Shadow of a Doubt; she has married a man who is really a stranger to her and may be the killer sought by police.The interesting thing is getting to identify strange dreams filmmakers were having and weren't quite sure what about. One thing was for sure; anxiety in the air, a sense of hidden machinations behind the world.Two aspects strike some spark here, both better refined elsewhere but worth mentioning.Fluid identities; there is a second man involved, also a salesman, the same build, same height, same suit as who police are looking for, also vying for affections of the innocent country-girl fresh to New York, who might have been the husband if a letter had reached her in time. Both men are worldly and have a hint of darkness in the eye, between them is the wide-eyed girl, eager to love and trust, but suspecting something is not quite right here and this is not the same kind of life as back in Ohio.The second is synchronous overlaps; this is where reality acquires shades of meaning based on internal life the viewer knows. Look for the scene where she opens the blinds in her hotel room to the New York night and a neon sign flashes 'DANCE' in her face. Swing music reaches out to her from somewhere, suddenly a phone rings but she can't quite make out what is being said to her.The rest is a lot of wandering in and out of hotels, bus stations, cars, court-rooms, and even a black joint in Harlem. But is exhaustive, lacking any structure beyond attempts for a desperate getaway.Also notice the montage of superimposed shots from around New York; this would have been an avant-garde flourish 15 years ago, here it has saturated as low as a Monogram b-movie.

GManfred This picture sounds a lot better than it actually is. Given the big name cast and Director, expectations are high but it doesn't deliver. One big flaw is the storyline, which is completely preposterous and with some of the most absurd contrived coincidences in the annals of mysteries. 'Betrayed' is disguised as a film noir but it is a feeble attempt at melodrama using 40 watt light bulbs to create film noir ambiance. (for the record, I've tried 6 times to spell ambiance the correct way, -ence, but the website won't take it).I think the main culprit is Castle, who allows his story to stop at unexplained dead ends and manufactures situations for his players which don't hold water and make good actors look bad. And there is not one lick of tension or suspense in any scene in the picture.It is a Monogram production and the lack of a big budget is understandable, but comparisons between Castle and Hitchcock are laughable. With such material, Hitchcock could have gotten at least an Academy Award nomination - or at least a coherent plot.Can't recommend it, and if you get a chance to see it, miss it. Or, catch it and see if you, too, feel IMDb's present rating of 6.8 is way off the mark.

Igenlode Wordsmith I wouldn't have believed that this film could run barely over an hour in length; in the course of its 67 minutes, it crams in more plot twists, emotional punch and sheer tension than recent blockbusters can manage in 200 or more, with never a wasted moment... but no lack, either, of aching silences and endless hours at night. As the innocent, idealistic young wife adrift in a city and world utterly alien to her, Kim Hunter carries the whole film with a performance of breathtaking conviction. She is scarcely off-screen from start to finish, as the character grows and matures both in confidence and desperation, and our assumptions about the outcome shift off-balance from one moment to the next. 'When Strangers Marry' is without a doubt her film. It's also an emotional roller-coaster, a gripping piece of noir -- and, unbelievably, a no-budget miracle shot in just seven days.Robert Mitchum, in an early role, is a little wooden but crucially effective in the part of the former suitor who provides a steady shoulder for his one-time fiancée to lean on, and Dean Jagger is suitably elusive as the longed-for husband who is all but a stranger, but it is Hunter who really stands out here. I wasn't expecting much from this film but was absolutely swept away by it: an example above all of how to do a Hitchcock on Poverty Row.

FilmFlaneur Castle's third feature is an interesting case of talents in the bud. Previously he had been responsible for a bright Boston Blackie series entry with Chester Morris, and the less successful Klondike Kate (1943) with Tom Neal. When Strangers Marry (also known by the less accurate title of Betrayed) shows the director's increasing confidence as he ventures into the territory of the new film noir genre. He was also lucky in securing the services of a good cast: Kim Hunter, Dean Jagger and, in his first co-starring role, a young Robert Mitchum. One of the greatest noir stars, Mitchum is slimmer and perhaps more tentative here than he would be in later films, but still has enough presence and skill to make an impact, especially in the sweaty closing scenes. Already an experienced hand, Dimitri Tiomkin provided the music, and the result was an above average production from Monogram.Having said that, there's a certain peremptoriness to the film, making it not entirely satisfactory. The noir style, which thrived on inexpensive sets and the economic use of shadow, cheap location shooting and the like, is evoked by Castle rather than expressed in any thorough fashion. Castle's next film The Whistler (1944), on yet another miniscule budget, was much more effective in evoking a continuous mood of paranoia and doom from the haunted Richard Dix. Some successful scenes apart, (Millie's first night in the hotel, her Lewtonish night walk, her innocent suspicions in Paul's apartment), the present film rather clumsily bolts noir elements on to a standard suspense plot - one vaguely reminiscent of Hitchcock's Suspicion of three years before - rather than to let them arise naturally from situation and character. An example is Millie's night of disturbed rest in the hotel. Husbandless in her neon sign-lit room, drowned in shadows and fear, she is distracted by the repeated blaring of nearby dancehall before taking a fraught phone call from Fred (Mitchum). This scene has no real plot purpose except to show her loneliness and distress, and the expressionist images seem over emphatic. On its own it is startling and dramatic, but nothing more, a pool of hard noir in a more naturalistic film. Even less convincingly, as if it had never happened Millie then makes no move to change her room later the next day, and the music never occurs again (it would have made an excellent punctuation for any later confrontation with Fred, for instance). As an actress, Kim Hunter makes an effective noir victim, even if her trusting fragility needs a willing suspension of disbelief. Powell and Pressburger obviously recognised such sensitivity even in a poverty row product like this, for they shortly cast her in such films as A Canterbury Tale, of the same year, and then in A Matter of Life and Death (1946).A more serious plot flaw resides in the character of her husband Paul (Jagger). His personality and motives are shrouded in mystery throughout the film and, sadly, are not much clearer by the end. For a while this enigmatic man provides the narrative with a lot of useful suspense. The lack of resolution to his drama, while supplying the necessary twist as the truth is revealed, leaves the viewer with just too many questions to be comfortable. One misses even the rudimentary psycho-analysis which appeared in some noirs from this time, supposedly explaining the aberrant personality. Either elements of helpful exposition were jettisoned in the course of filming on a tight budget, or the writers (who included the excellent Philip Jordan, of Dillinger, Detective Story, Big Combo fame) thought they could get away with such a lacuna. The result is to reduce a happy ending to one where a married couple must still live on unresolved tensions, their determined contentment notwithstanding.For those interested in trivia there are some private jokes in the film. A 'Mr King' is paged at the hotel (the film was produced by the King brothers). More amusingly, Millie hands over a deliberately misleading picture to the investigating detectives, saying 'This is the man you want'. It is director Castle. Such gallows humour, and self-publicity, would manifest itself in a series of gimmick films for which he is better known, starting in the 50's...