The political resonance of Frank Sinatra's sleepwalking is unsubtly reactionary.

To be honest, I can't remember 24 hours later exactly what the plot entailed.

I do wish the scenarists had made a less tangled script and one less laden with Damon Runyon clichés.

Lady in Cement just simply isn't a good film, ruined at nearly every instance by a jaunty score from Hugo Montengero which suggests the film is a humorous comedy instead of a murder mystery.