Rather tiresome film with grating performances, especially Bogarde and Smith. It seems plain that Losey in exile did not want to make this film, though there is a negative message about psychiatry that he seems to want to convey. Knox’s doctor is smug and clueless, and continues to prattle about reforming, even though Bogarde’s little creep is unredeemable. Nice jazz scenes, though—even if the jazz club scenes are more than a little overdone. Apparently all jazz club frequenters were heroin addicts.

Note: Producer Victor Hanbury took the directorial credit on this, Losey's first film made in England after being blacklisted.

Thanks to Gerald Lovell for pointing out a few extras and supplying the correct title card!