This is an odd film. Rod Steiger plays a failed actor who tries to live up to the memory of his theatrical mother by 'performing' a series of stranglings in Manhattan. The murders, while hardly graphic, are nonetheless troubling to watch. Meanwhile, George Segal (the policeman in charge of the murder investigation) and Lee Remick are engaged in a frothy romance typical of 60s cinema. Taken as a whole, it's hard to say what this film is, or who it would appeal to. While a reasonable entertainment, it's uncertain balancing act between urban grit and uptown romance leaves one with a strange queasy feeling after the credits role.
Review of No Way to Treat a Lady
