I love being taken behind the scenes of seedy entertainment venues, but were they all so brightly lit? It's a cliché of this genre that you get the WHOLE of some ghastly ballad belted out by an artiste in search of a recording contract. The dancing is so determined to be rude that it just looks grotesque and coarse. Were all routines in nightclubs a travesty of some distant "primitive" culture - presumably more unbuttoned than the Brits. Alfred Marks is the only one worth watching. I don't see the appeal of Herbert Lom.
Review of The Frightened City
