The tightness of this unique thriller in its extreme concentration both in imagery, plot, environment and sinister cinematography in black and white in mostly dark hours makes it an extraordinary experience different from anything else - there is not even any picture of any lady in it. It is all hard masculine to the extreme, like so many of Stanley Baker's films are. He is one of the hardest actors ever on the screen, out-distancing both Jack Palance and James Cagney by his mere appearance which vibrates of concealed and well controlled brutality. In addition to this, the script is a masterpiece of an intricate plot involving any amount of details everyone being vital for the heist not to break on any point. Of course, it breaks anyway, even the most perfect plot always does, but not because of any human factor but here mainly by bad luck, the most incalculable factor of all. It's a treat for relishers of noirs, in which genre this should be something of a choice bonus.