The opening cat walk across the credits outshines this cast of heavy hitters who give en masse mockable performances in this Big Easy drama about a Bourbon St. Area bordello.
Texas drifter Dove Linkhorn (Laurence Harvey) hops a boxcar with teenager Kitty (Jane Fonda) to New Orleans in search of his long lost love, Haillie (Capucine) who happens to work at Jo Courtney's (Barbra Stanwyck) watered down version of a whorehouse. Jo also has the hots for Haille and will not give her up without a fight. Undeterred by her situation, Dove remains determined to whisk her away from the house of ill repute
Outside of the provocative lesbian aspect, with Stanwyck playing one of the more openly sapphic roles of its day, Walk is a drag, slow in pace, the acting stilted the dialogue trite. Harvey offers a poor drawl, Capucine in the finest of fashion drab and unemotive, Fonda, sloppily precocious. Stanwyck is not immune as well, though she does have a couple of powerful scenes along with her throwing herself in the middle of a fray, pulling bodies apart. Anne Baxter in a subplot also fans at playing a road stop senorita in bad accent.
Ed Dmytryk's direction is uninspired, his scenes flat (even with Joe McDonald lensing) and unconvincing, the editing perfunctory. Walk is a crawl.
Texas drifter Dove Linkhorn (Laurence Harvey) hops a boxcar with teenager Kitty (Jane Fonda) to New Orleans in search of his long lost love, Haillie (Capucine) who happens to work at Jo Courtney's (Barbra Stanwyck) watered down version of a whorehouse. Jo also has the hots for Haille and will not give her up without a fight. Undeterred by her situation, Dove remains determined to whisk her away from the house of ill repute
Outside of the provocative lesbian aspect, with Stanwyck playing one of the more openly sapphic roles of its day, Walk is a drag, slow in pace, the acting stilted the dialogue trite. Harvey offers a poor drawl, Capucine in the finest of fashion drab and unemotive, Fonda, sloppily precocious. Stanwyck is not immune as well, though she does have a couple of powerful scenes along with her throwing herself in the middle of a fray, pulling bodies apart. Anne Baxter in a subplot also fans at playing a road stop senorita in bad accent.
Ed Dmytryk's direction is uninspired, his scenes flat (even with Joe McDonald lensing) and unconvincing, the editing perfunctory. Walk is a crawl.