Of less interest is the convoluted mess of a plot zapping the film of any intrigue or suspense as the cast bakes in the sun. Bogart is a hybrid Rick/Sam without the assurance or energy of a decade earlier. An escape scene is almost cruel to watch as he makes a run for it. The rest of the cast seems to be in their own world with Morley a poor substitute for the deceased Sidney Greenstreet, Lorre a corpulent but dissipated ghost of his former self. Jones' character is meant to be kooky to begin with while a young Gina Lollibrigida more than holds her own with the old pros. Saro Urzi's bombastic ship's captain is an insult to Italians that Huston ham-handedly allows to go over the top.
The rest of his direction seems without one, lacking focus or cohesive plot to get the viewer involved with the story while his array of cardboard characters irritate more than achieve laughs or menace. His choice of the Italian coastline is stunning but in need of darker shadow, sharper corners in stories that deal in double cross as well as characters with deeper motivation and a semi-comprehensible story to follow. Beat the Devil deserves its place in Hades.