Review by boblipton

Kent Taylor wants to write a mystery play, something with psychology and depth to it. His producer, Theodore von Eltz, thinks he doesn't have it in him, although he's already put a director under contract. Then von Eltz turns up dead, and detective Robert Rockwell thinks Taylor did it. There isn't enough evidence, so Taylor writes a play based on the murder, hoping to catch the killer.

It's an intriguing idea, and director Phillip Ford tries to give it some oomph, directing the offstage scenes as if he is Mankiewicz in charge of ALL ABOUT EVE. The result is a decent mystery with an air of hysteria about it, diverting without being engrossing, and with the dialogue workmanlike rather than interesting of itself. With Barbra Fuller, Barbara Billingsley and the usual assortment of competent and undistinguished performers who made up the ranks of Republic's non-western features,