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Dame May Whitty—for once on the active end of the homicidal proceedings—is a blood-curdling dowager willing to go to any lengths, including another murder, to save her son (George Macready) the embarrassment of one murder rap. When he is not trying to strangle people, this young man spends most of his time practicing with a dagger—whittling, or stabbing sofa pillows. As usual in such situations, the house is visited only by kindly, well-meaning people, blind with innocence, who think that the old lady and her son are perfectly charming and that the young girl is crazy as a bat.
Adapted from a better-than-average thriller (The Woman in Red, by Anthony
Gilbert), My Name Is Julia Ross is an intelligently directed, pleasantly acted B picture which has risen above its humble beginnings. As entertainment, it is far superior to some of its more expensive and more pretentious contemporaries.