Thoroughly routine PRC programmer, filmed in dreary pedestrian style. At least some atmospherics would have compensated for a patchwork script, erratic acting, and sloppy staging— for example, note the incredible "ducking bullets is for sissies" highway shoot-out, or the rope on Jim's hands that miraculously re-ties itself. But then this is PRC and they're probably on a three-day shooting schedule. Still, I suspect that with better material and more engaged direction, the cast would have delivered more respectable results.No need to recap the plot, except that double-crosses abound. On the other hand, Richmond makes a handsome square-jawed hero, while Moore's lovely good girl Ellen resembles an unglamorized Hedy LaMarr. But above all there's Frank Moran as Cookie, with probably the friendliest ugly mug in Hollywood. They should have thrown more scenes his way since he's the movie's one notable feature. The two-shots with him and Ellen are like Beauty and the Beast and probably gave the director a few chuckles. Anyway, I can't say I didn't ask for disappointment by tuning in to what I knew was a PRC cheapo. Still, they did sometimes hit pay-dirt, as with the noir classic, Detour (1945). No such luck here. I suggest you skip this one, unless it's to catch the sublime Moran.

I get to watch a bunch of old time Western and Mystery/Crime flicks, and it's striking how the latter are much more unbelievable in terms of execution and common sense. While Westerns never stray very far from a tried and true hero vs villain formula, they at least carry a premise from start to finish that the viewer is able to follow pretty well. Mystery films of the Thirties and Forties on the other hand, often contain elements that simply defy any sort of credibility once they get under way. "Double Cross" starts out reasonably enough, but nosedives quicker than most with a second half that contains so much nonsense that it makes me wonder how movie audiences of the time put up with it. Of course today, it's a hoot to watch 'em, just because there's so much goofy stuff going on.Here's something that threw me in the early going, not related to the above. When I first saw the character of Steve Bronson, I would have sworn it was Jack Webb in the role. The voice was a dead ringer, and it looked like it could have been him too, although now that I check, he would have been too young at the time. Still, I had to check the credits to see what it was all about.There's no reason here to describe the story if you've seen it or read the other reviews on this board. I'd just like to point out some of the stuff to support my opening comments. Take for example, when Nick Taggart (John Miljan) nods assent to his henchmen to open fire on Police Captain Murray (Robert Homans) after Taggart leaves his office. Murray goes out of the room as another cop comes in to help out the Chief. As the bullets fly, said policeman stands up and looks out the window (first mistake), and is then struck and killed by the barrage. But when the Captain comes back into his office, the dead cop is slumped over the Captain's desk. How does that work?Later on, Silver Slipper house photographer Ellen Bronson takes a picture of the Mayor taking a bribe from Nick Taggart through a transom above Taggart's door. Even considering Nick's lame explanation of a light bulb popping, how was he able to conclude that the film in Ellen's camera was a new roll? Then there's that entire scene when Taggart gets completely fed up with his moll Fay (Wynne Gibson), the one where she smashes the recording of her confession of shooting a cop during the raid on the Silver Slipper. Taggart's henchman Cookie and Ellen are right there when he brings her to the room next door to kill her. Were they not supposed to figure out what Fay's scream was all about? But it gets better. My favorite has to do with Taggart's attempt to set up Jim Murray (Kane Richmond) with a van load of stolen furs. During the chase scene, Taggart and his boys began firing on the cops following them, and they appeared to be shooting through some sort of opening in the rear of the truck. However an exterior view of the Dollar Van revealed that the outside walls of the vehicle were solid! The cops giving chase were shooting blind into the van, and wound up killing all the mobsters inside!All of this would make my head hurt if it wasn't so downright comical. Which is why I don't take these films too seriously right from the get go. Every once in a while you get a really good crime drama from these Poverty Row productions, but more often than not, you wind up with something like this. I heartily recommend it.

This is one of those crime dramas where not much happens and the main character does things he should not be able to. It involves a self imposed undercover situation where a cop acts like he is going bad to get into a crime group. It is basically dull and silly. It has little if any suspense. The characters aren't all that attractive and the cause is a bit hard to swallow. There is a supposed thread of integrity at stake, but mostly it goes about going right where we think it will go. It's as if they needed to get the movie out without putting much time in on it. The actors sleepwalk and talk in little bursts. The B movie didn't demand much. I can see those kids on Saturday morning enjoying the car chases and the gunshots being fired. They really weren't much interested in a story.

The opening scenes of this film depict policeman Steve Bronson (Richard Beach) keeping company with Fay Saunders (Wynne Gibson), whom he believes is his girlfriend, at a night club, The Silver Slipper, when a squad from his Department raids into the rear of the establishment, wherein flourishes an illicit gambling salon, and while the club's owner Nick Taggart (John Miljan) grapples with officers, Fay removes Steve's revolver from its holster and kills a policeman, as her affection for her actual lover Taggart plainly extends beyond what might be considered natural. When Steve retrieves the murder weapon from false Fay he is, with pistol in hand, shot down by other officers, therewith apparently tagged as being a cop-killer, but this is not accepted by police dispatcher Jim Murray (Kane Richmond), son of the Captain in charge of the tragically suppressant raid, especially following his visit and conversation with Steve at the latter's hospital death bed, after which Jim is determined to bring Fay and Taggart to justice. While in the process of attempting to infiltrate Taggart's criminal organization, Jim is cashiered from his Department because his father can find no discernible legitimate cause for his son's involvement with the band of ne'er-do-wells, but young Murray persists with his clandestine investigation, sharing his plan with only his fiancée Ellen (Pauline Moore), Steve's sister, who gives him emotional support. When Jim discovers that Taggart is planning to assassinate the senior Murray, his scheme to bring the evildoers to bay must co-exist with a method of saving his father from a violent death, hoping that by success with both ventures he may achieve reinstatement as an officer. The initial sequences of the film are neatly constructed, with each of the principal characters along with their motivations being quickly and efficiently sketched and interconnected, but as the low budget PRC release, filmed in Los Angeles, continues, a series of leaden incongruities abound, with a viewer's interest being consequently reduced. Fine Serbian actor Miljan gains the acting laurels here for his polished technique in playing boss of the Forces of Evil and Richmond, of the square-jawed Richard Arlen mode of acting, is suitably heroic throughout, while from the distaff side, Gibson is by turns stiff and shrill, Moore is bland, and Mary Gordon performs comfortably within her characteristic Irish matriarchal part. Additionally, it is ever a pleasure to watch veteran supporting actor Frank Moran, former top-flight heavyweight boxing contender, who traveled the full distance in title bouts with Jess Willard and Jack Johnson. Here he is cast as a simple-minded Taggart henchman, albeit one with a heart of gold.