This dull, mundane B noir is a predictable gangster flick except for a few camp moments.
The killing is so gratuitous and casually carried out you don't take it seriously. I almost laughed at some.
The one moll has such a thick overdone accent you end up laughing every line she utters. She sounds more like Elmer Fudd than a French person.
With the palm trees and smog on the horizon, certain scenes are obviously Los Angeles, not Virginia.
The killing is so gratuitous and casually carried out you don't take it seriously. I almost laughed at some.
The one moll has such a thick overdone accent you end up laughing every line she utters. She sounds more like Elmer Fudd than a French person.
With the palm trees and smog on the horizon, certain scenes are obviously Los Angeles, not Virginia.