Sorry, this movie sucks

Bad Acting and worse Bad Screenplay

The film creates a perfect balance between action and depth of basic needs, in the midst of an infertile atmosphere.

One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

I FOUND A STOCK PAPER OF A THEATER POSTER OF THE MOVIE THE SCARF BEHIND A PICTURE OF MY HUSBAND'S CHILDHOOD PHOTO. I AM WONDERING IF IT IS OF ANY VALUE. AT THE BOTTOM, IT SHOWS 51/221 - WHICH I AM ASSUMING THAT THIS POSTER IS NUMBER 51 OF 221 POSTERS MADE FOR THIS MOVIE.

Some of the dummies who don't get this movie should take the day off and do something useful. Like get a brain. The guy from Florida who thinks the plot lacks credibility should be stopped from going to the movies. You suspend credibility when you see a movie. That is the whole point. Seriously, pal. Superman can't fly. This is a terrific picture full of interesting dialogue that moves away from the cliché. I ask you, when did you last see a turkey farmer with pistol and cello? I won't do the review because others have done it already. I just want to take a pop at the airheads who post on this site and wish they wouldn't.

John Ireland stars with Mercedes McCambridge in "The Scarf" which features Emlyn Williams and Lloyd Gough.Ireland plays an escapee from a mental institution who is sure he didn't strangle his girlfriend with a scarf, but unfortunately, he can't remember anything. He hides out in a cabin owned by an isolated old man (Ezra Thompson), helps out raising his turkeys, and eventually goes to Los Angeles to see his friend David Dunbar (Williams), a psychiatrist. Along the way, he picks up a hitchhiker (McCambridge) en route to a job as a singing waitress. She's wearing the exact same scarf, but he still can't remember strangling his girlfriend.This is a fairly convoluted story, cashing in on the interest in psychiatry after World War II. Ireland looks very handsome here and does a good job in this small movie. The character of Ezra, the old man, is interesting and likable.This may sound silly, but for some reason, McCambridge singing "Summer Rains" was the high point of the film for me. I thought she really created an atmosphere with it and raised the level of the film.Decent performances, but check this film out for McCambridge.

This weird item begins on a turkey farm. The farmer is a philosopher.The movie is a turkey with pretensions of philosophical wisdom. Every line, virtually, is an epigram, but, though it was made around the same time, this sure ain't no "All About Eve." The dialogue is like that of a mediocre off-off-Broadway play: full of meaning, full of -- well, something else.The story is interesting enough. Nice guy framed by friend. Nice guy is, inexplicable at least in the surviving print, son of rich man. Decent men triumph and reveal the guilty party.Among the other oddities is the casting of Mercedes McCambridge, a fine character actress, as the gorgeous dame. Gorgeous she ain't, though she turns in a game -- no, not gamy -- performance. She was a far better actress than, say, Cleo Moore, but surely someone more convincing was available.The whole thing is entertaining but annoying. It could have stood on its own, minus the pretension that abounds.