Follow Me Quietly opens promisingly, with a night shot of high heels on wet pavement in pelting rain. How can you go wrong? But the film chooses to follow not the strangler who kills only in the rain but the love story between the detective and the tabloid reporter. The best scene in the movie, as another commentator pointed out, makes absolutely no sense, but works as a chilling little shocker involving a faceless "dummy" the police loonily use to impersonate the killer. It's good that this movie didn't run more than an hour; there's nothing lurking beneath the surface of the script.
Review of Follow Me Quietly
Follow Me Quietly
(1949)
By no stretch a classic but there are worse ways to spend an hour
21 June 2000