Incredibly standard boring Fifties police movie. A narcotics smuggling plot with very little tension in it. Stars characters you only care about if you've seen the show it's based off of. Unless if "explaining" counts as "character". Detectives stand around questioning and explaining in equal measure. The pacing drags like a B-Movie.

The film only picks up when the charming Eli Wallach arrives into the movie as gangster Dancer, by the time audiences were already crying out, "On, Dancer!".

An hour-and-a-half TV episode, but Polizeiruf 110 this ain't.

Needs minds far wittier than mine to riff on this thing.