When he's not nonstop screaming at you, like in "Half Naked Truth", Lee Tracy is one fine actor and indeed his performance as a morally burned out city editor with flecks of decency in his character is the best reason to stay with this el cheapo noir. Be warned, though, that there is a considerable fall off in quality when Tracy's not on screen, with Don Castle, Julie Bishop and Anabel Shaw engaged in a spirited contest to see who is the least talented actor. (I'd say Shaw wins, but it's close). Fortunately, Tracy's onscreen 75% of the time. And that last image of his vehicle, with him inside, being slowly engulfed by the eponymous surf is evidence of director John Reinhardt's talents, as well. B minus.
PS...If they ever remake this movie (not a bad idea, in my opinion), then you can bet your double indemnity that the homo erotic elements of the Fresny/Slade relationship (especially on Fresny's side) will be more fully explored.
PS...If they ever remake this movie (not a bad idea, in my opinion), then you can bet your double indemnity that the homo erotic elements of the Fresny/Slade relationship (especially on Fresny's side) will be more fully explored.