Who else but the creative Fuller would follow a little girl's murder with two grisly skinned turkeys for cooking. What a striking way to symbolize the horror of the murder. As expected, the movie's visuals, especially close-ups, keep eyes riveted. The story's about revenge as Tolly (Robertson) schemes his way into the criminal combine that murdered his father. The script underlines how the combine's criminal claws reach into most every aspect of government. Once inside he plays a double game with lawman Driscoll (Gates) that he uses to exact revenge on his four targets. Meanwhile he discovers that ex-hooker Cuddles (Dorn) is more than a sexy distraction.
The first part amounts to a textbook of noir. Filming seldom leaves the dirtiest alleys of Columbia's shadowy backlot. After that, drama switches to more conventional lighting and sets, as the threads of Tolly's revenge spread.
It's a great supporting cast from fatso Emhardt to tough gal Kay, to handsome, gimlet-eyed Richard Rust as a cold-blooded killer. If Rust had a psycho giggle, he'd be up there with Richard Widmark in Kiss of Death {1947}. To me, however, Robertson underplays to a fault. I never get the occasional sizzle that should intensify a revenge narrative. Over-playing is the usual pitfall for a movie like this, but here the outcome is the unfortunate opposite. Also, the screenplay, though boldly conceived, scatters during the last part, making developmental threads hard to follow. A tighter focus would help.
Nonetheless, there's plenty of compensation thanks mainly to Fuller's camera, plus touches like Tolly's permanent facial scar, symbolic of his wounded psyche. There's also that unexpected ending with its poetically apt trash can. Anyway, the flick may not be top-flight, but good or not so good, it's clearly the work of a movie auteur.
