Inclubabu
Plot so thin, it passes unnoticed.
Quiet Muffin
This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.
Zlatica
One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.
Monique
One of those movie experiences that is so good it makes you realize you've been grading everything else on a curve.
Tad Pole
" . . . of a Napa Valley fruit picker" to be your U.S. Congressman, immigrant ban appellate judge, or personal doctor armed with an air bubble injecting hypodermic needle killing machine, Universal Pictures anticipates Leader Trump's warning against allowing murderers and rapists from the South to infiltrate our once-great American Homeland. Universal taps Anthony Quinn to portray one of these Southern Threats for its PORTRAIT IN BLACK feature. At 1:34:05 Universal even has a narrator intone the Hippocratic Oath to illustrate for viewers how enabling hot-blooded outliers to practice medicine here makes a mockery of our most sacred profession. Should one of these medical miscreants get within a needle's length of Leader Trump's arteries, Universal warns, Wall Street will be forever blowing bubbles. PORTRAIT IN BLACK also cautions this nation's Trump disciples against the danger posed by young, exotic "trophy wives," such as Lana Turner's character "Sheila." Chicks such as Sheila might be pretty as a rose to look at, but many harbor deadly bee stings inside. Leader Trump would have been just slightly older than Black Widow Sheila's young son "Peter" when PORTRAIT IN BLACK was hung out to dry. Let's hope he was paying attention to its lessons.
Martin Bradley
High camp and a load of old tosh. Ross Hunter's production of "Portrait in Black" is one of his lesser efforts and that's saying something. Lana Turner and Anthony Quinn (badly miscast) are the adulterous lovers who murder her rich husband, Lloyd Nolan, and are then plagued by a 4th party who seems to know what they did. Since Nolan was something of a louse your sympathies are initially with his killers, at least until they start to screw up and go off the rails. Others involved in this decidedly OTT mystery include Richard Basehart, Sandra Dee, John Saxon, Ray Walston and that siren of the silent screen Anna May Wong. Of course, it's terrible but not unenjoyable in a bad-movie kind of way.
ejmartiniak
Portrait in Black is one of those star-studded, glitzy color productions of the early 1960s, and quite often, those movies fell flat on their faces. This one, though, despite being filled with clichés, works. There is the cliché of the lovely but sexually-frustrated Sheila (Lana Turner), wife of a much older, possessive, and abusive husband, Matthew Cabot, played by Lloyd Nolan, who just happens to be loaded (he is the head of a San Francisco-based shipping line). Perky Sandra Dee plays Turner's step-daughter, who predictably does not care for her father's second wife. She in turn, is romantically involved with the rugged John Saxon, the ruggedly handsome but poor head of a small tugboat firm--a match her imperious father would never countenance. Enter Anthony Quinn as the handsome doctor, daily stopping by the mansion to minister to the terminally ill Mr. Cabot. Soon, he finds that fringe benefits come with his visits, as Mrs. Cabot eagerly falls into the strong embraces of the good doctor--she certainly didn't fall for his intellect. One thing leads to another; the cantankerous Matthew conveniently dies, and the rest of the film deals with who knew what and when, how the protagonists deal with blackmail, and how the death pulls them apart instead of vice versa. Supporting roles are noteworthy--Virginia Grey and Anna May Wong--former 1930s glamor queens play the loyal secretary and housekeeper, respectively. But the best supporting performance kudos go to Richard Basehart as Howard Mason, Cabot's scheming business associate. Mr. Basehart embraces the role of the suave, cutthroat businessman who is clearly out for his own advancement. He has proved he will not hesitate to hurt anyone in his grasp for power and wealth. He has an eye for his employer's wife and a mocking, jealous disdain for the supposedly loyal ministrations of Quinn's Dr. Rivera. Mr. Basehart plays Howard with a delightful smarminess that makes him the funnest character of the entire film. Yet, you get the feeling that deep down, Howard can be a decent person--though he has been in love with Sheila for years, he never made a move on her while her husband was alive--perhaps out of loyalty? Subtle facial expressions in his scenes and tones of voice from Mr. Basehart make Howard more than a one-dimensional slimeball. The stunning wardrobe changes Lana Turner parades through the film, the San Francisco location shots, the set design of the mansion, and the tight direction of Ross Hunter make the film a must see.
Jay Raskin
The material was apparently written as a film noir vehicle for Joan Crawford in the mid 1940's. It has some nice surprises and plot twists, but there are points where the lead characters do such obviously absurd and witless things that you have to laugh. For example, one wonders why a wife would kill off a dying husband and risk going to jail instead of waiting a few months for him to kick the bucket naturally. The plot of spousal murder was done to death in hundreds of episodes of the Alfred Hitchcock television series. The level of writing and production is really equal to a good episode of that television series.What does make it a bit more fun is the acting. Lloyd Nolan, Anthony Quinn, Richard Basehart, Ray Walston, Lana Turner, Anna May Wong (in her last performance), and Sandra Dee were all really likable actors. They bring a lot of charm to their parts, whether they are supposed to be likable or not. I thought Ray Walston in a small part as a shity, debt-ridden chauffeur was especially effective. This was between his role of the devil in "Damn Yankees" and Martin the Martian on the television series, "My Favorite Martian" and it reminds us how great an actor he was. Also, it is interesting that Quinn and Basehart had been together in Fellini's masterpiece "La Strada" just four years before. As in that film, they do not get along here either.If the film had been made in the 1940's, at a decent studio, it might have been a classic, but for some reason, we are less forgiving of plot holes and unmotivated character behavior in color films. The actors manage to battle the clichéd script and characters to a draw, which makes it worth watching. This was on a two-film DVD along with Lana Turner's "Madame X". Someone wrote that watching "Portrait in Black" made television soap operas look like Shakespeare. Compared to "Madame X," "Portrait in Black" looks like Shakespeare.