“This is the story of ratty, low-rent crooks meeting ignoble ends, with Mitchum playing against type as a rumpled, underworld Willy Loman on his way out. The movie reeks of grubby authenticity, shot on overcast afternoons beneath the city’s most oppressive, brutalist architecture. It’s a film full of daylight glaring through dingy barroom windows.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 08/04/2017