Johnny (Robert Taylor), out on parole, hides his thriving gambling and extortion business behind his front as a cabbie, and when he fixes it so that he seems to cover up a crime done by his lover (Lana Turner), he has her father, his nemesis the judge (Edward Arnold) in a spot.
Not a memorable thriller or noir by any stretch of the imagination, the script is tired and unoriginal, the dialogue badly written, the direction aimless, and the acting varies greatly. Turner is asked to do nothing but look gorgeous under her hair-do, and Taylor is asked to carry too much on his shoulders in a role that calls for someone more ambiguous, someone with an edge which, at that stage in his career, at least Taylor had not. Young Van Heflin tries too hard as Johnny's hard-drinking, sentimental friend, and his lines are impossibly stodgy, but Heflin has life and charm, something this film lacks altogether.
Not recommended.
Not a memorable thriller or noir by any stretch of the imagination, the script is tired and unoriginal, the dialogue badly written, the direction aimless, and the acting varies greatly. Turner is asked to do nothing but look gorgeous under her hair-do, and Taylor is asked to carry too much on his shoulders in a role that calls for someone more ambiguous, someone with an edge which, at that stage in his career, at least Taylor had not. Young Van Heflin tries too hard as Johnny's hard-drinking, sentimental friend, and his lines are impossibly stodgy, but Heflin has life and charm, something this film lacks altogether.
Not recommended.