He doesn't twitter or tweet.
So says private detective George Brent to his barely seen assistant Marjorie Lord as he goes off to visit an American in Mexico (Morris Ankrum) who needs help getting back to the United States with daughter Karen Sharpe after hiding out in Mexico for years. He's been threatened to stay out of the USA because of his knowledge of the guilty party of a long ago crime, and when the gang who threatened Ankrum discover that he's on his way back, they go out of their way to convince him that it's not the best idea.
Traveling along with them is the good natured American born Mexican (Alberto Morin) who keeps claiming that he was like a mother to Sharpe, and risks everything to save the feisty, unafraid Sharpe. The criminal gang, lead by aging femme fatale Hilary Brooke, is obviously determined to stop Ankrum from getting anywhere and this means that there will be casualties, even if it means turning on members of their own gang. Morin is amusing, especially when he refers to himself as an American w**b**k in Mexico.
Watchable, if predictable and filled with plot holes, this is old fashioned even by 1950's standards, obviously of low budget TV quality. The dialog is cliched and the villains completely one dimensional. But for a 70 minute bottom of the bill second feature you can't expect "The Big Sleep" or "Out of the Past". It's second string film noir with cardboard cutout characters and serviceable acting, but not much else. One last hurrah for George Brent who comes out of this unscathed.
So says private detective George Brent to his barely seen assistant Marjorie Lord as he goes off to visit an American in Mexico (Morris Ankrum) who needs help getting back to the United States with daughter Karen Sharpe after hiding out in Mexico for years. He's been threatened to stay out of the USA because of his knowledge of the guilty party of a long ago crime, and when the gang who threatened Ankrum discover that he's on his way back, they go out of their way to convince him that it's not the best idea.
Traveling along with them is the good natured American born Mexican (Alberto Morin) who keeps claiming that he was like a mother to Sharpe, and risks everything to save the feisty, unafraid Sharpe. The criminal gang, lead by aging femme fatale Hilary Brooke, is obviously determined to stop Ankrum from getting anywhere and this means that there will be casualties, even if it means turning on members of their own gang. Morin is amusing, especially when he refers to himself as an American w**b**k in Mexico.
Watchable, if predictable and filled with plot holes, this is old fashioned even by 1950's standards, obviously of low budget TV quality. The dialog is cliched and the villains completely one dimensional. But for a 70 minute bottom of the bill second feature you can't expect "The Big Sleep" or "Out of the Past". It's second string film noir with cardboard cutout characters and serviceable acting, but not much else. One last hurrah for George Brent who comes out of this unscathed.