A Greek national living in New York happens to be a witness to a mob hit and must flee the city for a sleepy little town. He meets a woman (Barbara Eden) on the train ride to the small town. The mob has tentacles that reach within the NYPD and the hit men are alerted to the town as well. Thus it's Eden, who drives an extinct Sunbeam convertible and the hit men, one of whom is rather memorably played by Gavin Macleod, who drive around in a huge De Soto. It's worth mentioning the cars because the director Edward L. Cahn, somehow failed in this effort to create much tension or action, although things get a little dicey when Macleod and his partner start slapping Barbara Eden around. Overall a disappointment, especially considering the cinematographer was the great Floyd Crosby. Still, hats off to Edward L. Cahn for making at least somewhat cool movies destined for the drive-ins and the out-of-the-way and extinct theaters.
Review of Twelve Hours to Kill
