I suppose there were a gazillion of these B-movie shorts made, but I see little motive for reviving them. Still, it is not badly done for what it is. It will strike modern audiences very strangely for its anticipation of modern forensics on one hand and its old-fashioned shoot-out (improbable even for 1949) on the other. Also, there is nothing about this serial killer that does not ring true to this day. The uncredited waitress does not sound like, but is a dead ringer for Lucille Ball.
Review of Follow Me Quietly
