Once again, Raymond Burr is a villain, holding onto his wife Sara Shane even though he knows that she's been having an affair with sexy piano player John Cassavettes. Years before "Ironside", Burr spent the entirety of a film in a wheelchair, but he's not as noble as that private detective. In fact, there's nothing noble about him, Cassavettes or Shane, all three amoral and each possibly capable of homicide. There's also a possessive man servant seemingly obsessed with Shane, continuously staring at her like a love starved teen as well as a female servant, both played with one dimensional Hispanic stereotypes.
This is just another one of the many C grade film noir, completely predictable and cliched yet fun trash to watch unfold. Cassavettes and Burr sadly lack a convincing leading lady, a poor man's Jane Greer who has surface attractiveness but without charisma. The film overdoes the constant beat of conga drums and native chanting, and considering history, is a complete misfire. This easily could have been a 50 minute TV crime anthology episode with it's triteness. Even at less than 90 minutes, this drags on far too long, lacking in the passion that the title promises but fails to deliver.
This is just another one of the many C grade film noir, completely predictable and cliched yet fun trash to watch unfold. Cassavettes and Burr sadly lack a convincing leading lady, a poor man's Jane Greer who has surface attractiveness but without charisma. The film overdoes the constant beat of conga drums and native chanting, and considering history, is a complete misfire. This easily could have been a 50 minute TV crime anthology episode with it's triteness. Even at less than 90 minutes, this drags on far too long, lacking in the passion that the title promises but fails to deliver.
