À Los Robles, ville-frontière entre les États-Unis et le Mexique, un notable meurt dans un attentat. L'enquête qui s'ensuit oppose deux policiers : Vargas, haut fonctionnaire de la police mexicaine, en voyage de noces avec sa jeune épouse américaine, Susan, et Hank Quinlan, peu amène vis-à-vis de ce fringant étranger. Dès lors, le couple est séparé : Vargas part avec les policiers pour les besoins de l'enquête et Susan est entraînée chez Grandi, un caïd local qui la menace. Les pressions exercées sur eux ne cessent d'augmenter. Vargas échappe de justesse à une projection d'acide ; Susan de retour dans sa chambre d'hôtel, est harcelée par un voyeur. Excédée, elle demande à son mari de la conduire en sécurité, dans un motel américain...
Duree : 95 minutes
Date de sortie 07/06/1958
TrueBudget : $829,000.00
Chiffre d’affaires : $2,247,465.00
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Welles/Heston B&W cult noir is great on a technical level, but meh as a viewing experience On the Texas border a Mexican detective (Charlton Heston) assists an American investigation into a shocking murder of an American official on the border, but he soon learns that the imposing & slovenly Sheriff (Orson Welles) is shady with a penchant for framing. Janet Leigh is on hand as the detective’s new bride, an American. “Touch of Evil” (1958) was written/directed by Welles (loosely based on a book) and has a huge reputation as a B&W noir-ish cult flick. There ARE interesting technical things going on as far as camera angles, lighting and impressive long takes (e.g. the opening sequence). It also has a notable classic cast with Leigh thoroughly stunning, not to mention Joanna Moore, Marlene Dietrich, Joi Lansing and a cameo by Zsa Zsa Gabor on the female front. Yet I otherwise found the picture talky, nigh surreal and noticeably hokey with an unengrossing story and dubious acting, e.g. the hooligan Mexicans and the eye-rolling Shakespearean lunatic “night man” (Dennis Weaver). Seriously, viewing this film is like entering Welles’ head on an acid trip. That said, the film offers quite a bit to digest and I could see it playing better on additional viewings, which explains its cult status, but I’m not interested. There are far more fascinating and compelling B&W dramas with noteworthy casts from that general era, like “The Misfits” (1963). I viewed the long reconstructed version, aka the “director’s cut,” which runs about 110 minutes while the original studio-butchered version runs 93 minutes. Interestingly, the film wasn’t shot anywhere near the border, let alone the Texas border, but in freakin’ Venice, Los Angeles. GRADE: C