The lurid title miss-sells what is really a cool little thriller, one of those short British quickies from the '50s and '60s that ITV used to plug gaps in their midnight to 3 a.m. schedule years ago. Direction is nothing special, the acting won't knock anyone's socks off and the dialogue isn't memorable, but this amounts to more than the sum of its parts.
Basically, a gang of crooks Reed de Rouen, Kenneth Cope, Arthur Lovegrove and Tommy Eytle bash a night watchman on the head and nick £50,000. Stashing the money and their victim's kidnapped daughter in a condemned building, they go their separate ways and that's when the plot really kicks in, with each of them encountering a hitch in their plans and, one way or another, getting what's coming to them.
There isn't much fury here, especially the naked kind, but it's a solid, well-constructed movie in which the characters call each other by their names more than I think any other film I've seen. It goes sort of like this: 'Eddie, Eddie! We're mates aren't we Eddie? Eddie, come on now Eddie!' The plot resolves itself in interesting ways and the crooks don't act as predictably as they usually do in this kind of thing; we see different sides to their personalities depending on which character they're talking to. 'Reservoir Dogs' it ain't, but I like it a lot.
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