Man, take Chas Lederer away from a typewriter, especially one he shares with Ben Hecht, and things proceed to go south in a hurry, huh? Just a whole lotta lackluster with dull, back lot direction, flat dialogue (even the cynical news boys are flat!) and the three leads pretty much phoning it in, esp. Sherlock H. Give it a C minus.
Review of Fingers at the Window
