Classic British noir or so its makers thought. They thought wrongly. Although it's nice to get a glimpse of what a gorgeously wiggly arse Joan Collins had. The final sequence in the Underground isn't too bad but it's not really worth having to suffer the first 80 minutes. An interesting variation on the B film of the 50s ploy to have an American actor in a leading role: this one has TWO of them (neither can act).
A decent setup for this British noir/heist movie. The cast is great even if Laurence Harvey's character goes batshit for the most part out of left field. The rest of the cast is good (a very young Joan Collins was particularly mesmerizing) and for as short as the robbery sequence was, its Third Man-esque overtones more than made up for it. I suddenly feel like Kubrick's The Killing owes The Good Die Young something.