San Quentin

I see that the vast majority of my IMDB colleagues have stolen my thunder on this eminently so so prison/noir that is of interest mainly to collectors of mediocre Gordon Douglas films. It is the kind of movie where every scene, line of dialogue and performance other than that of Barton McLane slips out of your consciousness five minutes after watching or listening. And Marian Carr would proudly occupy the Most Boring Actress pedestal until being knocked off it by Nathalie Trundy ten years later. Give it a solid C.

PS...As for the film's message, let's just say that 1946's Mutual Welfare League has morphed into today's Aryan Brotherhood.