The Cat Burglar

No really the William Witney's style, trademark, he who was the best serial maker of all times. After the mid forties, he resumed his career with one hour films for Republic Pictures and some other Poverty Row companies. This little crime thriller is rather agreeable, never boring and production design very clean and sharp. But that's all, I prefered BONNIE PARKER STORY and STRANGER AT MY DOOR, from the same William Witney, but ten times more inspired. However, you have here Leo Gordon as screenwriter but unfortunately not as actor. I think it would have given more strength to this interesting little gem. Even Quentin Tarantino loved it.

Directed with some style by the man Quentin Tarentino described "one of the greatest action directors in the history of the business", 'The Cat Burglar' perfect exemplifies the sort of film on which the young fellow misspent his youth consuming.

Produced by Roger Corman's brother Gene, who enlisted Corman regulars like Daniel Haller and scripted by actor Leo Gordon - who shows quite a capacity for quirkiness when one of the crooks vents his rage by snarling "You stupid insipid fool!!" and naming a landlady 'Mrs Prattle'.

In true Tarantino fashion the criminal fraternity are depicted as simple working stiffs. While the plot gets rather involved and the general tone is rather deadpan, Buddy Bergman's jazz score suggests otherwise.

I just finished watching this film from 1961 as directed by William Witney on the Trio Channel. It's a quick paced film that according to the folks here at IMDB has a 65 minute run time. Trio put it in a 90 minute slot with a lot of commercials so that time seems about right. Anyway, I got a total kick out of the movie which featured a cool 60's "beatnik" type soundtrack and had a fella by the name of Jack Hogan in the lead. Fans of the 60's TV series COMBAT! will recognize Jack as the BAR toting William G. Kirby. A fun flick that I wouldn't mind seeing on DVD down the road and a very big favorite of Quentin Tarantino's. He's a big William Witney fan and he always thought the film was lost but Trio found it and also aired the trailer for the film afterwards. Good stuff.

A solid 65 minute noir drama. Everyone played their part with total professional gusto. These guys and gals have all been round the block many times, and put in a good day's work for a (presumably) modest day's pay. I was playing "guess the lookalike" all the way through. "Could that have been Lee Remick? How about that guy, Steve McQueen or maybe Paul Newman? Clint Walker type? And maybe Rock Hudson?" We had a cast of stalwart Hollywood working stiffs, some of whom achieved "a little" success, most of whom achieved "little" success (what a difference the indefinite article makes). Hats off to the stalwarts who didn't become mega stars, but nevertheless kept us entertained at the movies for years. Nevertheless this tightly scripted and well directed tale is worth an hour of your time. You can see nougats of later films blossoming here. A zippy sound track, riffing on "Fever" with basement jazz club arrangement drives the action along. No spoilers; does our anti-hero turn out to be the good guy? Or does he revert to type? Who gets the girl? Does crime ultimately pay? Watch this little gem to find out.

In Low-Rent Los Angeles (rent $9 per wk) that our Anti-Hero, Jack Hogan, has Trouble Paying, and is Badgered by a Mumbling Landlady (Billie Bird), becomes Involved by Happenstance in a Spy-Ring Moving Sensitive Documents.

The Papers were in a Briefcase of His Latest "Clout", an also Innocent June Kenney.

It's Her Boyfriend that's the Bad-Guy who Used Her to Unwittingly Procure the Papers.

Inspired by Sam Fuller's "Pickup on South Street" (1953), one Guesses.

The Movie Moves Along with an Initially "Cool Pink Pantherish" Score (Buddy Bergman), that is Used a bit too Much and Loses some of its Nifty.

The Digs are Low-Life, like a Pawn-Brokers Place, the Filthy Apt. Of an Obese Whino (Bruno DeSota), and the Obligatory Warehouse Climax that is Filmed with Some Style, as was the Opening, by Director William Whitney.

Produced by Roger Corman's Brother Gene, it has All the Ingredients that Make for Some Slumming by "Buffs", like a Young Quentin Tarantino, that Touts this Cheap Thrill with Gusto.

At 65 min. It Never Wears-Out Before it's Over and Overall is Above Average for its Type with some Hard-Boiled Fisticuffs, and a Feline Tie-In that's a Hoot.

Worth a Watch.