One of the last good gasps for the Warner Brothers 1930s-style chronicle of a gangster's career. It has been updated somewhat with an apocalyptic ending suitable for the Nuclear Age and with some quirks of character to bring the thing into line with the Freudian psychoanalytic standards of its contemporaries, Dark Past, He Walked by Night, etc. The quirks -- Oedipal tendencies and epileptic fits -- are quite exciting and Cagney handles them beautifully. Directed, with sharp jabs and nimble footwork, by Raoul Walsh. With Virginia Mayo, Steve Cochrane, and Edmund O'Brien. (1949) — Duncan Shepherd
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