Well-well - They sure don't make 'em like this one anymore - And, let me tell ya - I, for one, am so glad (like you wouldn't believe) that they don't.
Personally, I think that a much more appropriate title for this film would've been "Goldilocks And The 3 Bores", with actress Rita Hayworth, of course, being Goldilocks and actors Orson Welles, Everett Sloane, and Glenn Anders, naturally, being the 3 (big) bores.
What more can I say? .... Well - How about?
If only that little darling of a director, Orson Welles, hadn't spent so much frickin' time meticulously photographing Rita Hayworth's face in close-up, making sure that it was always picture perfect in every shot, making sure that not a single shadow ever fell on it, rendering her face a literal mask rather than an actual human face, then, perhaps, The Lady From Shanghai might've survived its stupid screenplay (written by Welles, as well) to become a worthwhile piece of watchable movie-entertainment. Maybe.
But, because of all the preposterous attention that the camera paid to the manicured "flawlessness" of Hayworth's face, this sadly rendered everything that happened around her in the story as utterly ridiculous. Yeah. Because of all this doting over close-ups of Rita's plasticized face (as though this was all that mattered) the entire premise of this film rang completely false (just like Hayworth's face, in fact) from beginning to end.
Of course, it was quite understandable that Welles would pay such fanatical attention to Hayworth's face since these 2 pieces of Hollywood royalty were, in reality, married to each other at the time. But, with that aside, why Welles forced Rita to have her hair cut short and bleached blonde is beyond me. I mean, in combination with all of the truly idiotic dialog that she (and everyone else) spewed out, the platinum blonde coif only served to make her out to be the ultimate image of a Hollywood, gold-digging bimbo/boy-toy supreme.
And, so, with Welles and Hayworth actually being married to one another you'd honestly think that as on-screen lovers (already being off-screen lovers) that they would literally burn up the screen when it came to their moments of passion together. Yeah. Their on-screen images should've been absolutely sizzling to behold - But, alas, instead there was ultimately no chemistry, whatsoever, happening between these 2 at all. None. They were as stiff and unfamiliar with each other as a couple of strangers, or cut-out paper-dolls.
I guess it should be of no surprise to anyone that divorce was looming just around the corner for these 2 shortly after this film's release in 1948.
All-in-all - The Lady From Shanghai was a major disappointment on all counts - From Welles repeatedly forgetting his character's Irish accent, to there being far too many scenes shot in front of unconvincing back-projection screens, instead of the real thing.
Sheesh! Like, give me a break!
I think it's really interesting to note that with Welles, himself, being less than attractive as a leading man, that he, in turn chose Everett Sloane as the actor to play his rival in the story. As one could plainly see, Sloane was quite obviously one of the most ugly-looking actors in Hollywood at the time. And, with that, Welles rendered Sloane even more ugly and repulsive by making him a pathetic cripple, as well.
Personally, I think that this particular Hollywood darling named Orson Welles was nothing but a big, conceited snot, and that The Lady From Shanghai (which bombed on its initial theatrical release back in 1948) has, far too often, been grossly over-rated (as a major cinematic achievement) by way too many film critics ever since.