No, not the Mission: Impossible sequel, but Dead Reckoning (1947), the Bogart film. This movie slots in during the peak time of Film Noir, but doesn't quite fit the Noir mold. This one feels like a mashup of a number of other Bogart detective movies, but adds the angle of a guy returning from WW2; makes sense.
The story has some silly dialogue (well-delivered by Bogart) and too much flashback/VoiceOver narration for my taste, but gets the job done with a number of plot twists that aren't super obvious.
Bogart is great, as usual, even when delivering his little monologue about how women should act (yikes). Lisabeth Scott does well, though she doesn't always convince as a conniving femme fatale.
Dad was a big Bogart fan, so I suspect he grabbed this one, while agreeing that this is no Maltese Falcon.
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