Creeping along at the pace of a drunken snail, this is an obvious crime drama about the most common type of racket on film: those demanding protection fees and the use of their own suppliers. Ridiculously static with a dreadful print to boot, this suffers from long pauses, loud moments of silence and maudlin music. It is obvious from the start who is behind the big boss's door and this removes all suspense. Unrelated to the Big Town series of radio, film and television, this has a surprising B+ cast who are directed horribly and given clichéd dialog that was trite 10 years before this. Such favorite screen veterans such as John Litel, Florence Rice, H.B. Warner, Frank Ferguson and Mary Gordon try unsuccessfully to rise above the less than mediocre surroundings they are stuffed into, and the results are truly pitiful.
Review of The Boss of Big Town
