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The Narrow Margin

A couple firsts for me here—my first Richard Fleischer film, and my first time seeing Charles McGraw in a lead role. The Narrow Margin is a taut, low-budget RKO noir that apparently made such an impression on Howard Hughes (the then owner of the studio) that he initially refused to dump it out as a B-movie, instead wanting to remake the whole thing with Robert Mitchum and Jane Russell. He then sat on it for over two years, forgot about it, and finally (reluctantly) released it—only for it to become a sleeper hit, ironically proving it never needed the superfluous fluff Hughes had in mind. Detective Sergeant Walter Brown (McGraw) is tasked with escorting the widow of a slain mob boss to L.A. to testify, and Fleischer does something deceptively simple here: he turns the train into a pressure cooker. The narrow corridors and cramped compartments become the film’s whole grammar, tightening the tension and giving it a visceral sense of presence. The editing is razor-efficient, and the decision to ditch a traditional score in favor of the train’s own soundscape—wheels on tracks, whistles, air brakes—gives the whole thing a stripped-down, minimalist edge. George E. Diskant’s cinematography is also incredible for something this self-contained. He makes the confined spaces feel dynamic, playing with reflections, angles, and inventive handheld techniques that give the film real visual personality. The Narrow Margin is a lean, mean little noir—written, directed, and acted to perfection. Frankly, it’s one of the best noirs I’ve seen in a long while. At a brisk 71 minutes, it’s basically a masterclass in control, and an example of a filmmaker flexing his craft not through excess, but through restraint. ᐅ Watched in 2026 — Ranked (https://boxd.it/RjcIq)