Eu Sou Dillinger

What a load of bs, from the acting to costumes and facts or lack there of. Nick adams as dillinger is as bad as mickey rooney as babyface Nelson. I loved Robert Conrad in almost everything but this, a waste of talent. Nick adams like rooney a angry little guy. The only thing that I like about this is the music.

I am a fan of Nick Adams, but this is one of the worst acted, filmed and written movies ever made. Shoe string budget and dismal script makes this black and white film a full, boring mess. Victor B. steals the film in a small cameo as the Professor of Crime. Forget the whole thing.

Pretty much agree with the majority of the eleven previous reviewers that this is mostly trashy boredom with occasional trashy fun. Worst thing about it is how cheesy a production it is. Not only does it look like TV, but cheap ass TV, to boot. More "Highway Patrol", say, than "Untouchables" since it makes but a feeble attempt at a period look, and the cinematography is serviceable, at best. Certainly expected more from the great DP, Stanley Cortez, who does whatever the cinematographer's version of phoning it in is (post carding it in?). That it rates a very generous five is due to some nice, twisted supporting bits from Victor Buono as the Sam Jaffe of this ersatz Asphalt Jungle and John Hoyt as a pervy quack. As for Nick Adams, he does what he always does, mumble and method his way through until he decides to yell and go bananas. Mary Ann Mobley is also over the top, especially in the film's second half, but at least she's hot. Bob Conrad (as Pretty Boy Floyd) and John Ashley (as Baby Face Nelson) tend to get lost amid all the tommy guns. As does Terry Morse's direction and Arthur Hoehl and Donald Zimbalest's screenplay. Solid C.

The poor man's James Dean during the 1950s, Nick Adams always felt that he'd been born at the wrong time. He wanted to be a James Cagney type tough guy in Depression-era gangster films. He finally had the chance to make that dream come true, if on an ultra-cheap budget, with this wildly inaccurate tale of John Dillinger and his bank robbing gang. At one point, Adams even does a Cagney imitation, the hilarious high point of what is, sad to say, a rather inept film, if an intriguing one all the same. Mary Anne Mobley plays his gun moll with gusto, and best pal Pretty Boy Floyd is portrayed by Adams' own best friend, Robert Conrad. Various semi-stars, from Victor Buono to John Hoyt, show up in cameos. I love the scene in which a plastic surgeon (Hoyt) tries to change "Johnny's" face, but it remains the same - and so, going Richard Widmark one better from Kiss of Death, Dillinger cackles with laughter as he tosses the chairbound doctor into a pool and watches him drown. Adams co-produced, and the film's failure left him distraught - and somewhat destitute. When the film was shown on CBS TV three years later, Adams even lost his top-billing, as Conrad (who had become a star thanks to The Wild, Wild West on that network) was given that honor for the telecast. A day after the broadcast, Adams was found dead in his apartment, an apparent suicide. Come on, Nick - it wasn't THAT bad!

This forgotten film belongs to the movies made in the early sixties, and telling the stories - more or less fictionnal - of authentic gangsters: MURDER INC, PORTRAIT OF A MOBSTER, RISE AND FALL OF LEGS DIAMOND, BABY FACE NELSON, MAD DOG CALL, PURPLE GANG, PRETTY BOY FLOYD.... And many other items. This one is far from being a masterpiece, the director was himself a horror B movie vet film maker, not Don Siegel nor Phil Karlson; but the result is surprisingly good, far better than I could expect. And what a exquisite pleasure to watch Robert Conrad just before he entered WILD WILD WEST terrific TV show.