What a nothing-burger of a movie. By 1950 George Raft, who had never been much of an actor to begin with, was running out of steam and, in the fashion of the times, went to Britain and took a 'starring' role in a piece of cheese in an effort to prolong his career. When Martin Benson gets prominent billing you know you're in trouble and so it is here. Coleen Gray does what she can to inject a touch of class and manages to spread some charm over the proceedings but it's an uphill fight to extract anything at all - tension, thrills, plot - from a dull, stodgy meller that even Arthur Mullard, Alfie Bass, Victor Maddern and co would have turned their noses up at.
Review of Lucky Nick Cain
