A perfect film? Well, as near as one, and certainly the one film to rival any of Alfred Hitchcock’s greatest, director Carol Reed’s ‘The Third Man’ (1949) has only grown more iconic as it turns 75 this year.
Naïve American pulp fiction writer Holly Martins arrives in post-war Vienna to visit his friend Harry Lime, only to learn that Lime has supposedly died in an accident; unconvinced, Holly investigates and becomes ensnared in a web of deception, ultimately discovering that Lime is alive and deeply involved in black-market corruption.
Based on Graham Greene’s novella, the film’s enigmatic allure remains undiminished, with each ingredient essential to its lasting brilliance—from Robert Krasker’s vertiginous camera angles to Anton Karas’ haunting zither score, to the unforgettable performances of Joseph Cotten, Trevor Howard, and of course, Orson Welles as the elusive, amoral Harry Lime.
Krasker’s cinematography gives the film its eerie, surreal quality, casting Vienna as a crumbling metropolis teetering on the edge of chaos, its bombed-out streets and sewers becoming characters. The use of tilted, or ‘Dutch,’ angles distort our perspective, mirroring the moral confusion of post-war Europe where nothing is as it seems.
And then there is Karas’ zither. Its distinctive, lilting melody runs counter to the film’s stark visuals, as though it belongs in a different world entirely—one less dark, less haunted. Karas, an obscure Viennese musician, was discovered by Reed in a café and invited to score the film. His music, playful and melancholic, acts as a constant reminder that behind the tension and danger, life in Vienna goes on. The zither has a charm that pulls the viewer in, just as Harry Lime’s charm conceals his moral rot.
The performances elevate ‘The Third Man’ into a noir masterpiece, possibly the greatest British film ever. Cotten plays Holly Martins, a man adrift in a world he does not understand, with a mix of naivety and stubborn determination. Howard, as Major Calloway, embodies British stiff-upper-lip pragmatism, the foil to Holly’s idealism. But it is Orson Welles as Harry Lime who defines the film. His entrance, revealed in a doorway bathed in shadow, his face half-lit, is one of cinema’s most iconic moments.
Welles imbues Lime with a magnetic charisma, making it easy to see why Holly would be so devoted to him—until he learns the truth. The brilliance of his portrayal lies in the way he makes Lime both charming and despicable, a man whose very existence is a commentary on duplicity.
Set in a Vienna divided by Allied powers, the film reflects the paranoia and cynicism of the Cold War. Greene had been a British intelligence officer, and his portrayal of the moral murkiness of post-war Europe is rooted in firsthand knowledge. The story’s moral compass is shattered, just as the city of Vienna is divided into conflicting zones, each occupied by different world powers.
‘The Third Man’ is not merely a thriller but a meditation on moral ambiguity, and nowhere is this more apparent than in Welles’ legendary “cuckoo clock” speech. Perched high atop a Ferris wheel, Lime delivers a chilling justification for his black-market dealings in diluted penicillin, which has killed innocent children.
The speech, improvised by Welles, encapsulates Lime’s amorality. It is both a moment of intellectual grandeur and profound cynicism, one that makes the audience shudder as much as it dazzles. The dialogue is crackling right from the first frame as director Reed’s voice, tinged with sardonic humour, introduces the fractured world where Holly Martins soon finds himself, stumbling into a story far darker than the ones he pens, mirroring the viewer’s disorientation in a city where the lines between hero and villain blur in the shadows.
The film’s commentary on duplicity is all the more poignant given Greene’s connection to Kim Philby, his former boss in British intelligence. Philby, one of the infamous Cambridge Five, was later revealed to be a Soviet spy – ‘The Third Man’ - following the defections of Burgess and MacLean. Lime, like Philby, is a man who hides in plain sight, using charm and wit to mask a monstrous betrayal. Lime’s double life serves as a metaphor for the broader deceit of the Cold War era, where no one could be trusted, and loyalties were fluid.
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