Temptation

One feels, while watching this too talky/slow movie (screenwriter Nunnally Johnson shoulda outsourced the directing to Zinnemann or Frankenheimer), trapped between Bogarde's over acting and Gardner's non acting. I gave it a half hour and then, having satiated myself on Ava eye candy, pulled the plug. C minus.

. . . Hemingway so much that he blew his brains out with a shotgun right after seeing it at the Ketchum Kaleidoscope. If you haven't yet suffered through THE ANGEL WORE RED, you'll probably want to know if you can survive it better than Papa H. did. If wooden acting, frigid "love" scenes, bogus "battles," one-dimensional "bad" guys, murky motivations, mindless mobs wielding torches and maudlin sob stories put you to sleep, this snooze fest is unlikely to shake your foundations. However, if you possess any knowledge of world history or even rudimentary critical thinking skills, better avoid this Scarlet Seraphim like the Devil!