Desperate (1947) feels very much like a movie that was made because somebody needed a thriller and they needed one fast.
One of the things I like best about noir can be the the tightly woven plots that fit together like a Swiss timepiece. Desperate is not an exemplar of this mode of noir-making.
The world's most illogical criminal gang, led by a pre-Godzilla Raymond Burr, decides that to make their heist run well, they should just hire a truck from a guy Raymond Burr knew when they were kids. So, they hire the incredibly potent newlywed Steve Randall, played by Steve Brodie.
Steve is onto their scheme after showing up and letting the guys who announce "hey, we found some furs!" load their stuff onto his truck at a warehouse, but gets twitchy when one of them shows his pistol for absolutely no reason. The gang decides to hold Steve in the truck, but in the cab of the truck where he signals a security officer with the lights. Bullets fly and mayhem ensues.
|Desperate to see the closing credits, maybe.|