Any film that begins with Bette Davis pumping
lead into the body of some poor sap works for me. According to
Davis, the poor sap had tried to take advantage of her. According
to a certain letter that surfaces, she never seemed to object to his
affections in the past. Although a bit predictable, THE LETTER,
based on W. Somerset Maugham's novel, is an engrossing
mystery-melodrama held together by the strength of Davis's performance
in one of her most subtly nasty roles. As with most Davis films
following her legendary legal battles with Warner Brother in the
mid-'30s, the film is marked by high production values and gorgeous
costumes. Solid support is provided by Herbert Marshall and James
Stephenson. Marshall had appeared in an earlier screen adaptation
of the Maugham tale in 1929, in the role of the murdered lover.
½ - JB