John Huston, Truman Capote, Humphrey Bogart and the gang must have had one heck of a swell time on location to make this film, partying down all night and improvising a scene or two between cocktails during the day. It's not such a pleasure to watch, however. There's no plot, no real characters (though Jennifer Jones seems to be doing some sort of Grace Kelly impression, or something, that makes you want to smack her silly) and the attempts at witticism are pretty witless. Even veteran improvisor Peter Lorre doesn't manage to make the meandering proceedings very amusing, though he looks awfully cute with his hair dyed Capote blond.
Review of Beat the Devil
