Enjoyable noir with some surprising plot twists covering up the holes. Jose Ferrer is a quack psychotherapist who specializes in adjustment disorders of the rich. Gene Tierney, she of the supernal beauty, is married to a legitimate psychoanalyst, Richard Conte. Alas, because of some "childhood neurosis" she is a kleptomaniac and is afraid to tell her husband about it.

When she is caught boosting an expensive pin from a jewelry shop, Ferrer intervenes and gets her out of trouble. He's all suavity and charm. He coaxes all her symptoms out of her -- the headaches, the thievery, the insomnia -- which she's been afraid to reveal because it might damage her husband's reputation and, presumably, his income.

Ferrer secretly treats Tierney for a week or so, curing her of her headaches and insomnia. Of course Ferrer is not all he seems. Is any character with a name like "David Korvo" going to be what he seems? Among all the Coltons and Suttons in the rest of the flick? Fortunately, Ferrer is the right man for the role. One scan of a potential client and Ferrer knows all about her. He's like Sherlock Holmes. Nobody can sneer with such supercilious self satisfaction as Ferrer. (Sorry about that.) Can you imagine Ferrer playing a homeless and helpless vagrant full of ontological Angst?

Anyway, Ferrer hypnotizes Tierney one time too many, so to speak, and she winds up the only suspect in the murder of a woman who was about to expose Ferrer for the woman-abusing blackmailing charlatan that he is. Ferrer is off the suspect list because he's been in the hospital recovering from gall bladder surgery. I don't think I want to get into the plot more than that because medical discretion forbids it.

There's a lot of pop psychology hokum floating around in the story, which needn't be gone into except to say that hypnosis is a curious altered state of consciousness that isn't well understood at all. Some people are good subjects and some not. The good ones are really good. I used it in a class in hypnotherapy and in a 15-minute session helped a classmate cut his smoking in half, at least for a week or so. And there are documented instances of surgery being carried out with no other anesthetic. And there are clinical anecdotes written about bleeding during childbirth being shut down. Sometimes, with some people, it really WORKS. I'm not so sure about self hypnosis though. We'll know more, I guess, in another generation or so.

Well, as a follow up to Preminger's "Laura" of a few years earlier, this doesn't quite clear the bar. "Laura" had something that this plot-driven story is weak in. I don't know exactly what it is. Ferrer may be a slimeball but he's not nearly as engaging as Clifton Webb's homosexual columnist in "Laura." And there isn't a moment in "Whirlpool" that is the equal of the scene in which Tierney reappears from the dead to find a half-drunk Dana Andrews sitting in her living room just after he's gone through her lingerie drawer.

It's not a bad film though. The surprises are real enough and the story is engaging. Ferrer stands out as the heavy, Tierney with her little girl voice doesn't have to do much, and Richard Conte as the psychoanalyst is stolid, which is what the role calls for. Worth seeing.

A woman is taken terrible advantage of by a hypnotist in "Whirlpool," a 1949 film starring Gene Tierney, Jose Ferrer, and Richard Conte, directed by Otto Preminger. Tierney is the wife of a successful psychiatrist who is caught shoplifting. She is helped by Ferrer, a hypnotist who steps in during her interrogation. He works with her to help her solve some of her problems, but he adds some other hypnosis as well.

This isn't a great Preminger. The acting is good, but the script is weak. First of all, is it really possible to hypnotize someone that completely? I don't know. What I do know is that it's absolutely against all ethics to talk about a patient with anyone as freely as Conte does. Since a good deal of the plot hinges on his breaking of that doctor-patient privilege, the story doesn't hold up.

Gene Tierney is her usual beautiful self. This is not, however, a role that plays to her strengths as an actress. She's sympathetic but doesn't explore the range of the role enough. She more easily played an icy or feisty type. In those days, as actresses neared 30, studios became less interested, and Tierney found herself in roles which she was not particularly right for - or that wasted her talent just to fulfill her contractual obligations. Ferrer is excellent as the oily hypnotist, keeping his voice even when he was saying the most outrageous things. Conte is very good as well as Tierney's husband.

All in all, this was interesting to watch, but it could have been much better given the talent behind and before the camera.

Ann Sutton (Gene Tierney) is the well-off wife of Dr. William Sutton (Richard Conte). She gets caught shoplifting but David Korvo (José Ferrer) is able to talk the manager out of reporting it to the police. Korvo promises to cure her of her kleptomania with hypnosis. Under a trance, she enters the home of Korvo's former lover and finds her body. She is charged with the murder.

I like the premise at the start but it does not reach my expectations. It's more psychological than thrilling. It's good workmanship from an earlier Otto Preminger. It's definitely a necessity for any Preminger fans.