Man in the Dark (1953)
Because this is 3-D, there is much chasing up and down stairs, sudden movements in creepy warehouses (look out for that SPIIIIIDERRR!), shots fired in your face, and cars careening toward you. Everyone winds up at the old Santa Monica Pacific Ocean Amusement Park on a Rooooooollller Coassssterr, where various gang members fall off and we all get dizzy. Especially those of us in the balcony who have been trying to figure out just how far down our noses to position the glasses over our regular glasses so they don't hit the focal section for reading.
We spent a little too much time with the creepy laughing "fun" lady at the carnival for my taste. But don't take my word for it:
I did stay long enough to peg it as a superior picture that made better use of 3-D. Plus Rhonda Fleming in slacks.
Fleming is married to mean, self-made businessman Robert Ryan, but is secretly having an affair with forgettable mineral surveyor (William Lundigan). While on a trek in the desert, Ryan gets thrown from his horse, breaks a leg (his, not the horse's) and the two lovers decide it's the perfect opportunity to strand Ryan in the desert to die. It does seem like a pretty good plan, but they haven't reckoned on Ryan's meanness and desire for revenge, or his talent for internal monologue.
Scenes alternated between the husband struggling to make his way out of the arid wilderness and the wife and her lover enjoying a lounge by the pool: Improvised Splint/Piano Bar; Rattlesnake!/Cocktails!; "I'll show those two" /"Do you think he's dead yet?"
I had to leave during the surprise Intermission, so I don't know how it ended and am waiting for my friend Monica to tell me. I'm hoping Robert Ryan kicked the crap out Lundigan and Rhonda Fleming decided to give him another chance, if only because Ryan made a pretty good crack about Campfire Girls on the way down the cliff.