A foolish plot, the usual British B movie mix of stiff upper lip alternating with melodramatic acting, dull music and poor directing. Dennis Price is the only person who redeems this film though even he succumbs to over acting at the end. I don't understand why there were so many terrible British films made in the 1950s which are still available to us today. The film is at once too short for its subject but too long to hold our interest.
A curious film, this. It opens with an urgent voice-over against shots of a noirish Piccadilly Circus, and cuts to a nightclub - but the real drama is a four-hander, largely filmed inside, with a deep and wide lens which makes something well-nigh Gothic of tale which turns upon lust and revenge - all of it carried by a performance from Dennis Price which deserves to be better known. Some might say that it is stagey (it derives from a play) but it is transformed sufficiently to become a work in its own right. And, in any case, what chance does one have of seeing it on stage?