13 May 2010 | boblipton
This one is another of the early 1950s Columbia "shaky A" productions, with all the technical details nicely done, but a script which is a bit too complicated for the rushed manner in which the dialogue is directed. Cameron Mitchell gets himself caught in the middle as his fiancée's uncle has been running gold for a mine owner who prefers the higher prices he gets overseas; and who is trying to get a bigger piece of the action.
The weak performance is by Carl Reid, usually a dependable actor, in the role of 'Pop', the chandler/shipowner who has been running the gold. He speaks all of his lines in a manner that underlines that he is a mean SOB masquerading as a nice guy, at all times, no matter whether he is urging Amanda Blake to have another cup of coffee or threatening lead Cameron Mitchell.
The whole production is shot in that middling light that marks the transition from Film Noir to the sunlit 'Western Noir' of the late 1950s. Although the script puts a bit of uncertainty into the entire double and treble crosses, the monotony of lighting and performances -- and the mildly overwrought score -- make this no more than an average programmer.