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Painkiller or poison? A Blueprint for Murder (dir. Andrew L. Stone, 1953).
I saw this a little over a week ago, and I barely remember it.
I remember the shoulders on Joseph Cotten's suit.
I remember thinking, hey, there's Gary Merrill, he was great in Where the Sidewalk Ends.
I remember several close-ups of drugs and poison.
I remember Jean Peters playing the piano.
I remember the climactic confrontation, aboard a cruise ship, was pretty well done.
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