Edward G. Ulmer used to make his films in a haphazard way as efficiently as possible and as fast as possible, and so he made no masterpieces but rather the contrary, some great number of cheap B-features at best, but sometimes he actually left off some interesting things, like the amazing "Detour", but his stories are usually just shabby to say the least. This film is about a mad gangster who for some reason is an expert at survival, he always gets what he wants even if he has to wreck everything to get it, and thus he has an untold number of ruins behind him wrecked on purpose. He manages to build a new empire around a night club in the desert, "Dunes", which is a success, he prospers but goes too far and thinks he can get any lady in his way into the bargain. But this lady has a daddy who says no, and although he kills him, he does not get away with it. This is one of the worst Ulmer films, and not even his excellent choice of film music can save it.
Review of Tomorrow We Live
