Too much of everything

This movie is the proof that the world is becoming a sick and dumb place

A different way of telling a story

It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

Unremarkable Mike Shayne programmer, the sort of assembly line product that kept post-war audiences entertained (1946). Mike (Beaumont) is trying to find who shot his reporter buddy Rourke (Bryar), leading him through a thicket of blondes, a brunette, and an ornery editor (Ferguson). Unfortunately, the handsome Shayne lacks an edge to go along with his impish charm that too often bleeds into a wise-guy manner. As an actor, Beaumont's much better as Beaver Cleaver's dad. Not much suspense builds as the story progresses, nor does the visual style add mood. Rather, the focus is more on personalities than plot. And in that regard, the hefty Kendall's chief inspector appears too dense to be either amusing or convincing. Nonetheless, the two statuesque brunettes, Adams and Hoshelle, are real eye-catchers, at the same time Adams swings a really mean right-cross that's perhaps the movie's high point. Anyway, if you don't require much from amateur detective flicks, it's an easy though forgettable 68-minutes.