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This is the lousy example of what grade B pictures are most of the time. This one makes no exception, standard stuff full of clichés and foreseeable chaarcters and situations. I did my best to find something unusual and surprising but it was useless and also hopeless, a fight lost in advance. Except maybe Gary Merrill's character as a surprising evil dude, but this is not Alan Ladd in ONE FOOT IN HELL either. But because I am a big B movies buff, it remained a comfortable moment. I did not pay attention to check if it was produced by the infamous Sam Katzman; I had not the courage to push the back forward button of my VHS; cause I have this film from a late TNT channel taping off, from the nineties or late eighties. But I recognized the Columbia B department trade mark. Music score for instance.