I must admit that it is difficult for me to realize that the great Hollywood vet director Henry Hathaway, the man who gave us THE LIVES OF A BENGAL LANCER, and made movies since the early thirties, mostly excellent pictures, is responsible of this pure seventies crime flick, plus a blaxploitation material. I don't know if Quentin Tarantino knows this one, but I doubt he would love it. No trade mark of the KISS OF DEATH director here. This is the first crime movie Hathaway made since CALL NORTHSIDE 777, (1948) and, although the directing is not so bad, for a blaxploitation feature, it is more than OK, pretty well done, it is still painful to accept this as his last film. Yes, painful.