Kafka-esque portrait of the life and afterlife of a bookkeeper in 1930s Manhattan, made rediundant by the title device.

Interesting, but very stagey, forgotten film with excellent peformances by O'Shea and Whitelaw, and an odd one from Glover. Very much a product of its time, and it shows, and the inability of a lot of the veteran British cast to get an American accent right doesn't help. Never on DVD, thus caps are unfortunately of poor quality due to poor prints available.