A wealthy man is honeymooning in a small town when his new bride goes missing. The police are dragging their feet, but not to worry, the lady turns up, or does she? She says she is his wife, and everyone else is convinced, including the local priest, but heck, he recognises his own wife, doesn't he?
It soon becomes clear the impostor and the (fake) priest are in cahoots to drive him mad, but can he convince the local detective of that? A plot of this nature would not work in the cyber-age, of course, nor probably would it have worked in the 1970s. Everything about this film stinks: the wise-cracking former big city detective, the script, the ridiculous twists and turns, the one thing that holds it together is the apparent plot. Alas, the final twist is so ridiculous it beggars belief and then some. A much better alternative ending would be the obvious one in which although his wife has indeed been murdered, the chickens come home to roost for the villains. Alas, the way it actually plays out is too silly for words.
It soon becomes clear the impostor and the (fake) priest are in cahoots to drive him mad, but can he convince the local detective of that? A plot of this nature would not work in the cyber-age, of course, nor probably would it have worked in the 1970s. Everything about this film stinks: the wise-cracking former big city detective, the script, the ridiculous twists and turns, the one thing that holds it together is the apparent plot. Alas, the final twist is so ridiculous it beggars belief and then some. A much better alternative ending would be the obvious one in which although his wife has indeed been murdered, the chickens come home to roost for the villains. Alas, the way it actually plays out is too silly for words.