Redundant and unnecessary.

Crappy film

A great movie, one of the best of this year. There was a bit of confusion at one point in the plot, but nothing serious.

It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

Stealing a slogan from Gilda to describe such evil woman like Margot Shelby,although the plot was unbelievable,this picture is a real gem and l thrilled when heard that it will be came out shortly,after to watch it didn't disappoint me,in a blood killer woman,greedy femme fatale like few,she behave like a spider,handling every men at your feet,dragging down,pushing, hurting with no feelings at all...apart the methylene blue and another holes that come along in a low budge noir..all remains is fantastic,so sorry for too short time picture!!!Resume: First watch: 2017 / How many: 1 / Source: DVD / Rating: 8.5

I watched "Decoy" on a Friday and barely remember enough about it to muster up this comment on the following Monday.I'm a devoted film noir lover, and it doesn't take much to satisfy me: I just need a bit of that noir atmosphere, hard-boiled dialogue, and moody cinematography to make one watchable. I don't usually expect much from the plot, since in these kind of movies the plot is many times beside the point. But the entire premise of "Decoy" is just too preposterous to bear. I might have been able to get past that if the other elements of the film had been better, but the acting, especially by Jean Gillie, who's given an "introducing" during the film's opening credits, is terrible, and every other aspect of the film is mediocre at best.Maybe worth seeing for a noir completist but otherwise one to pass by.Grade: D

Decoy (1946)This kind of death row movie makes you appreciate how hard it is to pull off a great movie. Here, all the flaws show, almost textbook perfect. The acting struggles between pretty good (the lead female, the femme fatale one, Jean Gillie) to pretty awful (including, unfortunately, the lead male, a doctor, Herbert Rudley). The detective who shows up now and then (Sheldon Leonard), is actually pretty strong, a coldhearted, no-nonsense type, charmless, perhaps, but with some acting subtlety. (Leonard was a smart guy, actor and director for a lot of classic entertainment television years later.)But in "Decoy," notice how the archetypal elements are all there. The plot is as interesting as many melodramas, if a bit far-fetched in the one detail that is its hook. But there is no Joan Crawford to raise the whole thing up. Cinematographer Bill O'Connell did do the astonishing original 1932 "Scarface" and he makes this movie excellent in the night scenes, but much of the rest of it is merely functional. The director, Jack Bernhard in his first film (in a five year career), could have made more of all of this. When an actor flinches in reaction, it's obviously an overreaction a better director would have reshot. The music swells and soars. The prison priest is sombre. The nurse calls the doctor "darling" even though he's in love with someone else. But still, there are moments, and it has a great period feel to it whatever its flaws. And a line now and then pops up, crude and noirish. "Come here baby, I want to look at ya." Or the Frankenstein-like, "I'm alive, I'm alive!" Headlights signal across a lonely highway, men struggle with their unexplained passions, good women give bad women the eye, and innocent people die needlessly. The key brief moment that rises above is a man's grappling with being alive at all. And there is that box of money out there which everyone wants, and he's the only one who knows where it is, while he's actually alive and kicking.It's all in a day's work. Don't expect a cult marvel--it's no "Detour," not at all "Gun Crazy," to name two B-movie classics. It's a creaker with some involving moments, getting better in the second half, and with a campy last three minutes (the woman's laugh is worth the whole thing). But by the end, you might have to remind yourself about the beginning, before the big flashback.

1946's Decoy is a fascinating noir, directed by Jack Bernhard, whose intention it was to showcase his wife, Jean Gille, for American audiences. Gille had worked since 1935 in British films. Unfortunately, two things happened to railroad Gille's career - she and Bernhard divorced, and then she died of pneumonia three years after this film was made.Tall, slender, with silky blond hair and a British accent, Gille has a formidable role here as the noir femme fatale, Margot Shelby, who will stop at nothing to find and possess $400,000 a death row killer has hidden. To that end, she plays all ends against the middle. He plans to go to his grave with his secret, determined to be the only person who will ever spend that money. No matter how much he loves Margot, he won't tell her where it is. Margot finds out that methylene blue is the antidote for the gas used to execute prisoners and convinces a doctor (Herbert Rudley), who works at the prison, to administer it after the execution. Once you're dead, you're dead, except in this film, I guess. Well, somehow, the doc revives this guy, and Margot, the reluctant doctor, and her boyfriend (Edward Norris) go after the loot.The story is told in flashback by Margot to Sergeant Portugal (Sheldon Leonard), though at the start of the film, we see the segment leading up to Margot telling her story. I actually went back and watched the beginning over.Gille is tough as nails, and while her acting style is overt, it's perfect for this type of film. She might have enjoyed a career as a noir femme fatale in the U.S. were it not for her misfortune. Good movie, if you can buy resurrection.