Crappy little film about ex-cop Christopher George, set up as the guilty party when his estranged brother is shot to death during a racetrack robbery gone wrong . . . if it has gone wrong. George, up to inherit the horseracing property has motive, but the stolen million in cash went missing after the robbery, and the thieves he supposedly hired died when their getaway helicopter exploded mid-air. Now, Sheriff John Dehner & Deputy Skip Homeier want to arrest him while track co-owners hope to buy his shares for peanuts. Not a bad setup, and there should be a bit of fun spotting some oddball directorial or writing touches in one of these efficient, low-budget quickies. Not here, ultra-generic execution by vet hack R. G. Springsteen keeps this a personality-free non-event. Even the debut of Charro (!) is of little help. (We do see her butt thru a shower door*, but not even a Las Vegas conventioneer would take notice.) Tippi Hedren is around as George’s ex (she may have been involved in the caper), looking more relaxed than usual, but still with the grating voice & dead line readings. On the other hand, old time trooper Glenda Farrell shows sparkle & moxie as a sympathetic ballistics expert, even under tv-friendly, flood-light lensing. The producers must have had NBC’s rotating murder mystery show THE NAME OF THE GAME in mind as template, but missed the target.
ATTENTION MUST BE PAID: *Charo & George have an exposed chest contest! She with boobs; he with manly brawn appeal and three open buttons on his shirt. Advantage . . . Charo!
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