Panic in the City

One of the earliest made for TV films that I recall is Panic In The City which is a no frills thriller about some rogue Soviet agents assembling a bomb in the city of Los Angeles. Nehemiah Persoff is our rogue agent and he's got pretend defector scientist Oscar Beregi on the job. This is something that has been years in the making.

When one of the scientists as he's later identified collapses on an LA street and is brought to the hospital he's diagnosed with a hopeless case of radiation poisoning. But someone breaches security to kill this man afraid of what he might spill. That brings the FBI in the person of Howard Duff and and his immediate superior Stephen McNally on the job.

There are a couple of good female parts. Linda Cristal as a doctor who diagnoses the original victim and conceivably could get something romantic going with Duff if things weren't breaking so fast. Also all American Anne Jeffreys who played perky Marion Kerby on Topper is in a totally different kind of part as a Russian agent.

It is a bit slow but really picks up the pace in the last third. As for the climax, all I will say is nuclear bombs should really be built in proper facilities and not someone's basement.

Greetings And Salutations, and welcome to my review of Panic In The City; here's the breakdown of my ratings:

Story: 1.25 Direction: 1.25 Pace: 1.00 Acting: 1.25 Enjoyment: 1.25

TOTAL: 5.75 out of 10.00

Okay, people, set those tongues firmly in your cheeks and enjoy this slice of Boys-Own Adventure. It's Mother Russia versus Uncle Sam, and I don't mean Boys Vs Girls - we're back in the time of the cold war.

What struck me as unusual was how in-depth the writers went with their fictitious plans. I'm not saying that Eddie Davis (who also directs) and Charles Savage get the theory of atomic fusion correct - I'm not a rocket scientist, so I wouldn't know. But what they do give the viewer is a logical and credible story. For example, in the opening scenes, we watch a man staggering down streets while another follows close behind: When the man collapses in the street, his tail rifles through his pockets. The next thing we witness is a police car pulling over, and the man's rushed to the hospital. Most writers wouldn't think to have the tailer lift the injured man's identity. It's a small thing, but the pleasure is in the details. And the writers keep those tiny specifics coming. It places the story above your average cold-war thriller, making it more enjoyable. One downside is the characterisations - The men are strong and capable - The women need the men. It's a pity as one of the leads is a female doctor. However, the writers fail to imbue her personality with the traits a woman required in the 1960s to claw and climb her way up to the head of her chosen field. She should be strong, confident, resilient, and driven. Sadly, Dr Paula Stevens is none of these. As such, she becomes a slight non-entity, a piece of eye candy to fall for the dashing hero, Dave Pomeroy. Another letdown was the panic. Apart from a select few, nobody else knows they should be trying to get the hell out of dodge. It probably came down to budgetary issues, but there is a distinct lack of people losing their heads. And that is sad because it would have added a greater emotive power to the narrative and extra interest for the audience.

For the most part, the direction is your standard point and shoot, though Davis slips in a few nice pans and camera angles. These stop the film from becoming too uninteresting. The average cinematography allows the cast's talents to shine through, and it's them and the story that held my attention best.

The cast is excellent, especially Howard Duff and Nehemiah Persoff, who play the juxtaposed agents, pitted against one another. Duff is the perfect hero - strong-jawed and rugged. Persoff is the ideal combatant - driven, ominous, ambitious, and galvanized. As I said before, it's a shame the female characters weren't a tad stronger: I would have loved to see Linda Cristal in a robust role. Dr Stevens is similar to Victoria Cannon, whom she portrayed in The High Chapperal - the woman of the piece.

I would happily recommend Panic In The City for a Sunday Morning or Afternoon viewing. It's one of those entertaining flicks you don't need to think about much - Not because it's silly but rather because it's pretty complete and enjoyable. So if you prefer your cold-war thrillers in a 60s Boys-Own Adventure style, or you're a chauvinist, then Panic is a film for you. At least for one watch.

So before the big bad bomb goes boom, please visit my Killer Thriller Chillers, The Game Is Afoot, and The Final Frontier lists to see where I ranked Panic In The City.

Take Care & Stay Well.

The cover of the DVD box for this forgotten movie trumpets one of the actors in it, which happens to be Dennis Hopper. Actually, Hopper (who is almost unrecognizable) only plays a minor role in the movie. That didn't give me a problem. Watching the movie itself, one will be struck by how much it resembles a made-for-TV movie of the era, with its limited production values and flat loot. But that didn't give me a problem. What did give me a problem was the story. Actually, the first twenty or so minutes of the movie aren't that bad - there is some mystery and intrigue that kept me interested. However, after those twenty minutes are over, the next 45 or so minutes will put many viewers to sleep, with endless talk and an investigation that makes little progress. Things do pick up again in the last 25 or so minutes, but many viewers will have abandoned ship long before this part of the movie comes across. The movie also suffers from the fact that we never learn why the bad guys are doing what they are doing. Had there been more tension and action in the middle, as well as explanation for the bad guys scheme, we might have had something here. But as it is, it's more or less a disappointment.

"Panic in the City" reminds many viewers of "Hawaii 5-0", "Mannix" and other later 1960s quality TV shows. The shots are not highly imaginative, but they are usually well-chosen by director and co-writer Eddie Davis. The script by Davis and Charles E. Savage may be described as serviceable also; but it has the same intelligence as the other shows mentioned above do; and in my view, it is unusually well-cast, is gifted with very good interiors and has a pace that is everywhere satisfying. This is included among my reviews because I consider it to be the first of the apocalyptic thrillers, later much copied, that combines the hallmark of the best of this genre--solid detail and believable work by police/spies etc.--with a setting in a city of people, not an isolated laboratory or rural hideout. The storyline concerns a plot to bring together the parts of an atomic bomb in a US city. The intention is to use it for leverage; and the Russians behind the plot are at least as interested in seeing if they can do the job as in the use; this is the sort of idea one saves for the right occasion. Getting wind of the plot. US agents led by Howard Duff as Dave Pomeroy, working under his boss, Stephen McNally, begin to close in slowly on the perpetrators. The key to the plot turns out to be five keys. One is a scientist who wants to use nuclear energy for peaceful purposes, and is persuaded by the other side to help them assemble the bomb when their first plan fails, fine actor Oscar Beregi. The second is the man pushing the project, Nehemiah Persoff, who is at odds with his boss Gregory Morton. The third is aides to Persoff, such as Anne Jeffreys, Dennis Hopper and others. The fourth is the men who work with Duff, such as his lady, Dr. Linda Cristal, Eddie Firestone and an assortment of competent agents. The last is the size of Los Angeles, which works against the agents' actions at every turn. The plot reaches a point when the bomb is assembled; then there are a dozen twists leading to a thrilling end I will not reveal here. The music by Paul Dunlap is more-than-competent and unobtrusive as well. Alan Stensvold provided lucid cinematography, The art director Paul Sylos gave the film a clean modern look; set decorator Raymond Boltz Jr. and costume designer Charles Arrico did even better, giving the film a realistic and attractive style that almost qualifies as "style". Others in the cat include Charles Barrows, John Hoyt, Steve Franken, Wesley Lau, Paul Pickard, Walter Reed and Cal Currens. This is not a great film; but it is an honest one...and that I suggest is the source of its unusual build and power. Among the cast, Beregi, Morton, Duff and McNally are very good as always. A well-acted and thoughtful adventure film.

I am somewhat surprised that it is even available to purchase -- since it is not the kind of kitschy-bad that can earn a movie cult status, nor notable as any popular achievement either. Its chief virtue is a sort of understated competence.

"Panic..." is plotted as a stereotypical doomsday thriller and the characters are almost, but not quite, cut from cardboard templates. But decent performances and some unusual casting choices for that era give it a certain tragic power.

A romantic subplot between a white middle-aged G-man and Latina doctor is spare, with none of the histrionics you might expect from a low-budget thriller of this sort.

The film's presentation of Los Angeles is a mostly unglamorous town of vacant lots, auto machine shops, shabby apartment complexes, and sterile hospital waiting rooms. The choice of locations adds considerably to its bleak tone. The conspirators operate in this vacant environment, and literally work themselves to death constructing an atomic bomb to use on the city. The nearly-as-anonymous protagonists do not fare much better in their efforts to find and to stop them.

Made in the 60's and in color, but staged more like a 40's "B" picture, "Panic in the City" is not exceptional, but it is not half bad.