Gangster Charles Bickford shoots and kills tailor Harry Green in front of a high-school witness, but the rules of evidence confound justice. The kids at the high school are upset; Green was a popular fellow. Realizing that the law as practiced in the courts is no match for gangsters, they decide on a plan to kidnap him and hold a trial of their own, even if it requires getting the truth out of him by strangling him with a hanging rope, or allowing Bickford's henchman, Bradley Page, to rape Judith Allen to distract him from rescuing his boss.
There's little doubt that director Cecil B. Demille took Fritz Lang's M and converted it into a melodrama of youth pushed beyond endurance. In doing so, he has created a movie that is in favor of that fine old American tradition, lynching. Demille and screenwriter Bartlett Cormack have stacked all the evidence on the lynch mob's side, and made them handsome and well-groomed young Americans of every background, one devoid of every irony of Lang's movie.
I have seen two or three other pre-code movies which come down on the side of lynch mobs, but never an A picture directed by that director of epics of every type. It's an astonishing work.
