(1941)2Craig ButlerRage in Heaven is a misfire of a film, but it does have a number of things that make it interesting. Its dark view of humanity, for example, is rare for the period, as is the presence of a genuinely insane and disturbing lead character, and many of the film noir touches in the film hold promise, even if that promise is never delivered upon. Most importantly, it has a luminous Ingrid Bergman, wasted in a part that absolutely any actress in Hollywood could have done, but playing it with admirable conviction and with such determination that she manages to pull all attention to herself. She's aided in this by Robert Montgomery's "black hole" performance. Reportedly forced to do the part against strenuous objections, Montgomery clearly is not trying very hard -- even his "British" accent is attempted less than halfheartedly. Montgomery is too talented an actor to give a totally dead performance, but there's neither charm nor originality to anything that he does here. Much better is George Sanders in an atypically "good guy" role. He's remarkably free of the cynicism that one usually associates with him and works very well with Bergman. Rage's screenplay careers around wildly, much of the dialogue is simply unspeakable, and the melodramatic aspects of the plot strain credulity; W.S. Van Dyke's "let's just get through it" directing unfortunately does nothing to help smooth things over. Bergman and Sanders fans may want to give it a look; Montgomery fans will want to skip it.