The film is an triumph of effortless story execution, pinpoint humor, and acting masterclass.
This extraordinary, once rare, horror noir has been outfitted with a transfer that honors its beautiful, nearly blasphemous power.
Men in masks have been darting across the movie screen since the days of silents and serials.
A fine set of iffy adventure films from a limited but amiable star.
There’s a lot of plot surrounding the main characters, even in the non-padded, non-epic-length 94-minute cut.
If it weren’t for Alice Faye’s spaghetti-legged can-can, In Old Chicago would be surprisingly devoid of heat.
Bitchy Isabel would be much better company to have a drink with than Larry Darrell, zealot of the pure.
The second half plays slightly better than the first, if only because it gives in unashamedly to its plot of melodramatic intrigue.