The Green Glove is a Hitchcock-ian thriller that would have benefited from the master's touch -- as well as from the more generous budgets that Hitchcock would have commanded. It's not that director Rudolph Mate's work is in any way bad; as a matter of fact, there are some moments that are quite good. But Glove needs someone with a vision that is simultaneously larger and more focused than that which Mate brings to this particular project. It also needs someone with the ability to tease out the potentially fascinating story in Charles Bennett's screenplay that is hindered by characters that lack depth and motivations which seem to exist merely to get from one plot point to another. Still, when Mate and Bennett do fuse, as in the marvelous goat path chase, the results are electrifying. Glove is also hindered by a rather ho-hum lead turn from Glenn Ford and a female lead (Geraldine Brooks) who tries hard but never really can find much to do with her part beyond the obvious. Much better are George Macready and, though he has little do, Cedric Hardwicke. Better than anything, however, are the captivating location shooting in Paris and Monte Carlo, vividly captured by cinematographer Claude Renoir.