The Scarf (film)
The Scarf is a 1951 American drama, suspense, crime, psychological, thriller film noir directed by Ewald André Dupont and starring John Ireland, Mercedes McCambridge, James Barton, and Emlyn Williams. The screenplay concerns a man who escapes from an insane asylum and tries to convince a crusty hermit, a drifting saloon singer, and himself that he is not a murderer.
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|Directed by||Ewald André Dupont|
|Produced by||Isadore Goldsmith|
|Screenplay by||Ewald André Dupont|
|Story by||Isadore Goldsmith|
|Music by||Herschel Burke Gilbert|
|Edited by||Joseph Gluck|
Gloria Productions Inc.
|Distributed by||United Artists|
Mercedes McCambridge plays a singing waitress named Cash-and-Carry Connie. John Ireland stars as John Barrington, an escapee from an institution for the criminally insane. Actually, Barrington is not a looney tune, but instead the victim of an insidious plot orchestrated by a clever murderer. The only person who believes Barrington's story is turkey-farmer Ezra Thompson (James Barton), who hides Our Hero from the authorities. Things really get hopping when the aforementioned Connie unwittingly provides the clue that will prove Barrington's innocence. Co-starring is Emlyn Williams as an all-too-cooperative psychiatrist.
- John Ireland as John Howard Barrington
- Mercedes McCambridge as Connie Carter
- James Barton as Ezra Thompson
- Emlyn Williams as Dr. David Dunbar
- Lloyd Gough as Asylum Dr. Gordon
- Basil Ruysdael as Cyrus Barrington
- David Wolfe as Level Louie
- Harry Shannon as Asylum Warden Anderson
- Celia Lovsky as Mrs. Cyrus Barrington
- David McMahon as State Trooper
- Chubby Johnson as Feed Store Manager
- Frank Jenks as Tom - Drunk cowboy
- Emmett Lynn as Jack the Waiter
- Dick Wessel as Sid - Drunk cowboy
- Frank Jaquet as Town Sheriff
- Iris Adrian as the floozy at Level Louie's Place
Film critic Bosley Crowther panned the film, "For a picture so heavily loaded with lengthy and tedious talk, talk, talk, The Scarf, the new tenant at the Park Avenue, has depressingly little to say. As a matter of fact, it expresses, in several thousand words of dialogue—and in a running-time that amounts to just four minutes short of an hour and a half—perhaps the least measure of intelligence or dramatic continuity that you are likely to find in any picture, current or recent, that takes itself seriously."