A terrific pool of talent was assembled to make this ho-hum movie, whose failure must be blamed on Howard Hughes, who oversaw the whole thing. Hughes never liked Sinatra and demoted him to third billing in the picture under Marx and Russell, to which Sinatra responded with a performance
that was lackluster at best. Russell and Sinatra play lovers who work side by side in a bank as tellers. They don't have enough money to get married so their friend, Marx, a waiter in a local greasy spoon, suggests that Sinatra rob a bank. He's kidding, of course, but when Sinatra saves the life
of Paiva, a bookie who was being beaten, the criminal responds by making a bet in Sinatr...