At my giddiest, The Mask of Dimitrios has me imagining it as the peak of the Warner Bros. house style. But when I come back down to earth, I realize that it's only an effectively made product of what was a very well-oiled machine. So the goods are deceptive, but it's a dreamy machine that summons up the most favorable of connections.
Behind the machinery, Negulesco's direction enlivens this with a mood that memorably blends the mystery with the exotic Balkan locales, while Sydney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre hold our attention with the utmost skill. For the record, I've never found them more appealing.
The Mask of Dimitrios drew me in such a way, that it made me think, "this is what old black and whites movies were meant to be!" I'll chalk it down to the Casablanca effect.