Dark Streets

New York, 1930s. Chaz Davenport is the owner of a new nightclub. The nightclub is popular and should be doing well but frequent power blackouts are harming business. He also owes money to a very shady character and now his friends are turning up dead.

Quite amateurish. Plot is unfocused and direction seems to be all about style rather than substance: smoky rooms, dazzling lights, flashy outfits, gravelly-voiced narration, people trying to talk like Humphrey Bogart but not having anywhere near the charisma to pull it off.

Performances are similar: hammy and unconvincing, performed by B-grade (at best) actors and actresses,

It all seems so superficial and clumsy, papered over by expensive-looking production in the hope that the audience doesn't notice that there's nothing of substance in the film.