Maybe this film 'had meaning' for those that saw it in 1961 but the only cold wind blowing in this film is on the viewer. It represents many of the morals of a time when people were labeled and became one dimensional. C'mon 3-time loser/older lady/stripper in a devil's suit beds horny/ 17 year old/ Italian? Watch it only if you want to see a bunch of hacks in a b- movie. On the bright side, the viewer is treated with dazzling interiors filmed in gray. The rooftop make out scene will go down as one of the greatest teenage kissing scenes of the 20th century. It seemed so real and I wished: 'why couldn't it have been me'? There is a reason nobody has heard of this trash.