A concentrated, undiluted noir, in its atmosphere the .45 Colt seems to be suspended right in the air, in cigarette smoke, among gloomy detectives and mafiosi in suits and beauties who look undressed just by walking into the frame. The choice of a corrupt cop will be difficult, and watch behind his back and forth between women under the insinuating intonations of the off-screen narrator is interesting. Bang! Bang-bang-bang!