...a hit-and-miss endeavor that ultimately fares best in its opening and closing stretches...

A truly haunting expressionist B-movie garnished with gruesome poetry, it benefits greatly from Robert Florey's subtle direction that turns a stock horror situation on its head and gives threatening tension to the simmering, sinister undercurrent.

The film is a horror story in that it offers a vision of the American Dream turning ugly and wrong.

The face behind the mask, it's mutated, hideous, a horrible nightmare. Out of which I can never awake. The Face Behind The Mask is directed by Robert Florey and collectively written by Paul Jarrico, Arthur Levinson and Allen Vincent. It stars Peter Lorre, Evelyn Keyes, Don Beddoe and George E. Stone. Music is by Sidney Cutner and cinematography by Franz Planer. Hungarian immigrant Janos Szaby (Lorre) arrives in New York City full of hope for the future. Unfortunately he is trapped in a hotel fire which leaves his face severely disfigured. Even though he is a skilled craftsman he is refused employment by many on account of his looks. At his lowest ebb he turns to crime to fund the making of a face mask to hide his disfigurement, while soon enough he is running a little league crime outfit when he happens upon blind Helen Williams (Keyes) and finds a new meaning to life… The sands of time plays the death rattle. Lorre dismissed it as a bit of guff, but The Face Behind The Mask showcases one of his greatest performances. It's a film that beats a black heart, where fatalism is dripped over proceedings, the core of the narrative is the shattering of the American dream, and the makers here are not shy to put forward an uncaring society. After a breezy beginning the narrative becomes relentlessly bleak, right up to, and including, a no holds barred chilling finale that's preceded…