Most of the cult of this low budget noir has gathered around Jean Gillie as its intractable, corrupt femme fatale. She married director Jack Bernard when he was stationed in the UK during WWII and he made this as a vehicle for her.
As they divorced before its release and she died soon after, it feels a quirk of fate this even exists. Gillie is the whole show as a rapacious, backstabbing criminal who won’t let anything at all stand between herself and a fortune stolen from an armoured car. Not even the laws of nature.
She springs her partner from jail by reanimating his corpse after it has choked in the gas chamber! She uses anyone necessary to get control of the bag of money. Then rub them out at the earliest opportunity to cut down on the split.
Greed permeates every scene, like the taste of cyanide gas… There's a nice moment where a cheap crook washes his hands in a sink so filthy that he could only get them dirtier by using it. And that's what it feels like watching these lowlifes scheme in pursuit of 400000 lousy dollars