Wildly overrated, Crossfire was nominated for Best Picture in its day with its presumably scandalous look at a murder carried out because its victim was Jewish and the murderer was a G.I. back from World War II, looking for kicks -- and if it rubs out a Jew, well, all the better.

Religious intolerance wasn't a new idea in the movies of the 1940s, but for some reason Crossfire has been singled out as making something unique out of this tale. I'm baffled as to why: Today the movie seems pat, with a curious setup but a drawn-out hour of investigation that looks like a schoolyard game of C.S.I. by today's standards.

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