This is THE VERDICT that doesn't star Paul Newman and James Mason. This is THE VERDICT that sets its tale in a foggy and gaslit Victorian London, in the year 1890. The atmosphere is appropriately noirish and even gothic, a stylish backdrop to complement the theatrical antics of Sydney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre, as odd a couple as you'll ever set eyes on.
Greenstreet was an expansive man, in girth and in acting prowess. Shame it is that he waited until he was 61 before making his cinematic debut. As it were, he was featured in quite a few memorable roles, none more incandescent than his casting of the eloquent "Kasper Gutman" in THE MALTESE FALCON. Still, his performance in 1946's THE VERDICT as Scotland Yard's cocksure Superintendent Grodman can't be dismissed.
Except that the film opens with the puncturing of Superintendent Grodman's ego and credibility, as evidence surfaces which exonerates a man he'd just swung on the gallows. Grodman retires in abject shame, forfeiting his position to a loathed rival, the insufferable Inspector John R. Buckley who doesn't shy from crowing about his superior detecting skills. He lectures Grodman: "There's always a clue..."
The narrative picks up some time later as the ex-Superintendent Grodman and his good friend, the macabre artist Victor Emmric (Lorre), get embroiled in a locked room murder mystery. Superintendent Buckley lands the investigation but when called upon to deliver on his sleuthing chops, he doesn't quite. There are a number of sketchy suspects to choose from, not the least of which is that same Victor Emmric, a practically decadent character who persists in lobbing amusing asides and lurking in shadows. And since Peter Lorre also plays him with his trademark twitchiness, no wonder your suspicious eyes first flicker over to him.
Don Siegel directs his first feature film, and he does it with confidence and vigor and enviable craftsmanship, demonstrating promise and potential. Ernest Haller's cinematography lends oodles of texture and mood. I don't know that the mystery itself is so engrossing or elegant, although there is a delectable swerve at the end. Mostly, the draw to this film is whenever the majestic Greenstreet and the droll (and just a bit effete) Lorre share the camera. THE VERDICT is their ninth and final movie together, and they've got their patter and their synchronicity perfected, this pair exhibiting a respective flair for dialogue. Not to mention it's always intriguing to gaze at the contrast of their physiques. See them in this one and soak in, too, the evocative Victorian setting and a well-acted tale ultimately fueled by hubris, by fatal oneupmanship.