The unexpected subtleties of VICKI (1953) graced the screen tonight. This noir-tinged film concerning the machinations surrounding the death of newly discovered glamour girl Vicki Lane (Jean Peters), as her promotion man, Christopher, is accused of her murder. It could easily have been gauche and vulgar, but instead plays with the sensibilities of the players, leaving the promotional man incredulous, then motivated to discover the true killer. Yet, in the end, it’s surprisingly less about the killer, who deserves little notice, but another who heedlessly complicates the entire scheme to satisfy his own little fetishes.
Will the promotions man survive the contretemps? Will Vicki’s sister ever learn to respect Vicki’s ambitions?
