Director William Berke's movies are dull, including this one. I was extremely impatient for him to pick up the pace and deliver; instead, some very fine, later famous actors, were trapped trying to breathe a tiny bit of life into lame material (from an 87th Precinct novel, but who cares when it's this dull?). The cameraman Contner shot early "Naked City" episodes and gives the show its realistic look, while Berke includes plenty of sanitized sleaze content -one supposes a release from a major company, in this case United Artists which opened biggies that year like "The Defiant Ones", "Witness for the Prosecution", "The Vikings" "I Want to Live!" and "Separate Tables", couldn't deliver down and dirty entertainment like an indie might.
