There’s something really watchable about a curmudgeon who keeps getting ambushed by his own conscience. Richard Widmark is great here: clipped answers, stiff posture, and a soft spot he’d deny under oath. He’s the kind of officer who slows down a well-oiled system simply by insisting the truth matters — and by forcing a bit of humanity into military procedure and code.
Most of Time Limit plays out in offices and interview rooms, and you can feel the stage-play skeleton underneath: people talking, pausing, circling the same case from different angles. Still, Henry Denker keeps the tension moving, and the supporting cast keep it lively.
Then the POW-camp flashback hits and the film suddenly bites. It gets properly grim about survival, compromise, and how quickly “rules are rules” becomes moral cover. I liked it, I’m glad I watched it… it just didn’t floor me. More solid think-piece than knockout.