This is almost a good film. Snappy direction, snappy dialogue, good acting, and reasonable production values. But unfortunately, the glue is missing. It just doesn't stick well. It just doesn't flow into a harmonious whole. It's made up of bits and pieces most of them very entertaining. But they just don't glow together. They don't seem to add up to a harmonious whole. So if you only had an odd reel of the movie, say the first half-hour of the 16mm, TV version, you'd say to yourself, "This is pretty good. I'd love to see the rest of it." So you rejoice when you buy Alpha's DVD. But then you feel depressed and let down once you see the whole film. Basically, it's a newspaper yarn with Wallace Ford as an alcoholic reporter, the lovely June Clyde as she who is framed. Fuzzy Knight is along for comic relief. No, that phrase is wrong. Fuzzy is never along. His character turns up at odd times, and is never cemented into the plot. Ditto most of the cast. Everyone seems to be on the periphery. Result: We see far too much of Wallace Ford. As written he's a pretty conventional, strictly one-dimensional character and he really out-stays his welcome. We don't dislike him. We just don't care if he gets the girl or not. We don't give a hang if he corners the real killer or not. And we don't give a plugged nickel if he stays in the movie or disappears from the action altogether.
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