Bogart's character hasn't stood the test of time 60 years on and comes across today as a bit corny. However, the screenplay is still watchable and so is Fredric March.
The screenplay takes its time and the hedonistic characters are mainly for looking at and not for listening to. It is a chamber piece in which the main player is the house where the drama is played out.
I had a bet with myself that I would see Stallone's name credited as a producer – his bankroll would have explained his bizarre casting – but I was wrong so I will credit another one to the cock–up department.
Violent in parts and the screenplay is ordinary but there is always the watchable Ed Harris as a saving grace and Amy Madigan also in support is not too bad.