There's a great politically incorrect sign hanging in the Amato Club House that says - "Be American, Speak English". That's one of the visual treats in "Hell On Frisco Bay", a gritty gangster drama featuring one of the best, Edward G. Robinson as tough guy Victor Amato. There's also a lot of great dialog compliments of Robinson's character, especially the prayer conversation with henchman Joe Lye - "Guess those prayers went into a separate account for lover boy".
Alan Ladd portrays Vic Amato's nemesis in this one, playing it fairly deadpan, almost tired, throughout the story. He's an ex-cop just released from San Quentin following a stretch for a murder frame up, and he's out for vengeance. A pal from the old days, Dan Bianco (William Demarest), is about the only one he can confide in as he goes after the bad guys. Come to think of it, Demarest plays it entirely straight in the picture too, he's usually good for a few comic relief moments in most films, but not here. He knows enough to back off too, when Steve Rollins (Ladd) makes it known he's got a score to settle.
The tension between Rollins and Amato is allowed to fester and build as the former detective conducts his personal investigation, reaching the boiling point when Vic summons his adversary to a meeting. Ladd delivers one of the movie's best lines when he turns down Vic's job offer of two hundred dollars a week - "I'd like to kill you so bad I can taste it." Not too much room for miscommunication there.
Joanne Dru portrays Rollins' not quite ex-wife, having had a quick affair while he was in the cage. A nice surprise in the film for me was the appearance of Fay Wray as a retired actress; you know, she really aged wonderfully in the two decades following "King Kong". It's too bad she was relegated to a career of 'B' films even after her Kong triumph. Also on hand in an early screen appearance is Rod Taylor, described as a 'tough monkey from up North', who takes his orders from mobster Vic.
For his part, Robinson turns in one of those quintessential gangster performances that he's known and caricatured for, particularly vile here for ordering a hit on his own nephew. With Robinson, you get so much more than you bargained for with all those little nuances he throws into a role, like the way he sizes up the door man at the apartments, or how he sets up Joe Lye's hit right in front of a statue of St. Anthony. And when he goes down, he goes down hard, sneering all the way as the cops fish him out of Frisco Bay following that wild speed boat chase. As for the film, it's an OK little story that could have packed more of a punch without the color format. I would have preferred the movie's noir-ish ambiance in glorious black and white.
Alan Ladd portrays Vic Amato's nemesis in this one, playing it fairly deadpan, almost tired, throughout the story. He's an ex-cop just released from San Quentin following a stretch for a murder frame up, and he's out for vengeance. A pal from the old days, Dan Bianco (William Demarest), is about the only one he can confide in as he goes after the bad guys. Come to think of it, Demarest plays it entirely straight in the picture too, he's usually good for a few comic relief moments in most films, but not here. He knows enough to back off too, when Steve Rollins (Ladd) makes it known he's got a score to settle.
The tension between Rollins and Amato is allowed to fester and build as the former detective conducts his personal investigation, reaching the boiling point when Vic summons his adversary to a meeting. Ladd delivers one of the movie's best lines when he turns down Vic's job offer of two hundred dollars a week - "I'd like to kill you so bad I can taste it." Not too much room for miscommunication there.
Joanne Dru portrays Rollins' not quite ex-wife, having had a quick affair while he was in the cage. A nice surprise in the film for me was the appearance of Fay Wray as a retired actress; you know, she really aged wonderfully in the two decades following "King Kong". It's too bad she was relegated to a career of 'B' films even after her Kong triumph. Also on hand in an early screen appearance is Rod Taylor, described as a 'tough monkey from up North', who takes his orders from mobster Vic.
For his part, Robinson turns in one of those quintessential gangster performances that he's known and caricatured for, particularly vile here for ordering a hit on his own nephew. With Robinson, you get so much more than you bargained for with all those little nuances he throws into a role, like the way he sizes up the door man at the apartments, or how he sets up Joe Lye's hit right in front of a statue of St. Anthony. And when he goes down, he goes down hard, sneering all the way as the cops fish him out of Frisco Bay following that wild speed boat chase. As for the film, it's an OK little story that could have packed more of a punch without the color format. I would have preferred the movie's noir-ish ambiance in glorious black and white.