Kattiera Nana I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

Dotsthavesp I wanted to but couldn't!

AnhartLinkin This story has more twists and turns than a second-rate soap opera.

Cristal The movie really just wants to entertain people.

Hollywoodshack I haven't seen this film until now because, like the recent Hunger Games, the premise seemed repulsive to me. Since most of the key events were off screen I managed to plow through it. First, the basic story is ridiculous. Why would a telegram boy or anyone eat a sandwich with broken glass in it? Second, the $80,000 budget is too much when we see the phony quality of the sets, always indoors, and an alleyway that doesn't even have a real-looking car that can move without a tow chain. I could've made a more realistic film using a super 8 camera and giving all the parts to my friends and relatives. This was a lot of money back in 1959. Peter Falk is fine in the lead part, Nico, a gangster who uses his beatnik friends to commit the perfect unsolvable crime. I suppose the money ran out after he and Barbara Lord collected their salaries.

Zeegrade This film aged about as well as a used diaper at the bottom of a garbage can. The dopey hipster dialogue, complete with daddy-o's, "kicks", and nonsensical philosophizing gets old real quick. I understand this is a movie about the beatnik culture it's just the fact that it doesn't hold up very well in the twenty-first century. What's even more grating is the fact that I'm supposed to believe that Peter Falk as Nico is this Svengali-like stud whose every syllable is regarded as pure brilliance to these hapless dopes. After watching an old man die and doing nothing to help him except watch like a soulless goon, Nico gets the bright idea to kill somebody just for kicks as the kids like to say and when I say kids I mean adults who should know better. While racking up a huge long distance phone bill at somebody else's apartment Nico and his companion/possible love interest Francis discuss who their victim should be when a young telegram boy comes to the door. Telegram. Ha! Send a text message you cavemen! The messenger's name is Roy and he is invited into the swinging par-tay for a bite to eat by Nico. The next scene shows Roy calling his older brother Cliff complaining of a pain in his stomach until he finally collapses in death thanks to a burger laced with crushed glass that raptured his intestines. Wouldn't you know something was wrong after the first bite? Thinking they got away with an anonymous crime both of the thugs return to their too-cool-for-school lives like nothing happened. When Cliff hears the details about his brother's death he immediately suspects that he was murdered and begins his own investigation with the blessing of Detective McLeod who obviously has more important things to do. After checking Roy's last delivery list Cliff is brought to the apartment that the party took place at and the fact that it was Nico who was in charge there. While trying to infiltrate the world of these dolts he meets Ellie who pegs him for a square and wonders what his interest in Nico is. Once all the facts fall in to place it becomes apparent who was behind his brother's death. Cue the bongo solo.Thankfully this was only sixty-eight minutes long as I don't know how much of this I could have handled. I spent my formative years in the eighties so I can understand if someone today watched a movie that constantly used "gnarly" and "radical" and "totally tubular" over and over again would eventually become sickened with what was considered cool way back in the day. Just try to imagine your grandfather chain smoking with his goofy chin beard and waxing poetic about nuclear war while banging inharmoniously on the bongos. Not a pretty sight? Well then spare yourself the agony of watching this. I get my kicks above the waistline sunshine.

jonathan-577 The first Canadian exploitation film ever made, with a way young Peter Falk playing a beatnik-gangster-mole who feeds a delivery boy 'a hamburger full of ground glass' - that phrase becomes a mantra as the Wonderbread protagonist-come-lately sleuths through the shocking and unseen world of the young bohemian! The beatniks are not shown as evil, they're just stupid dupes - that's nice. They're also viewed at a long arms-length via our virtuous heroes (there's also a girl, who is saved from an interesting life by mister blowdry). "The Mask" is later and greater Roffman, though it too depicts subcultural life as immoral and despicable while it cashes in on its allure. But why do ya think they call it 'exploitation'? It's got some energy, it's got Peter Falk, and it's competently shot when it's indoors. What's "Canadian" about this movie, I hear the tenured laggards inquire? Here's what's Canadian about it: it looks like Brits trying to look American only it's whiter than either.

manicgecko Nico, seller of dreams, off on an intellectual kick to give death a new meaning. OK nice premise but this movie is so SLOW. It makes me want to be square if this is what rebellion is like. There were some good parts, I can't believe I am saying this but I liked Peter Falk's character, the crime should have been perfect, and the over acting of Frances was even good for a few laughs. But I could never get into this movie. Maybe because the plot was so predictable Columbo could have figured it out without the "by the way" questioning. Perhaps I was expecting more gore since this was included in a Schlockfest movie pack called Gore and More. No, I think it is that I had to check my pulse repeatedly to make sure I was still alive, and had the snooze alarm set for every 4 minutes trying to keep me awake. I had to attempt 3 times to cover parts I slept through - Quite an accomplishment for an 1 hour movie. This is a completely forgettable movie - pass it over when you get the option.