I'd like to give this film a better recommendation but there's nothing really special about it, nothing that lifts it above the average crime drama of the time, except perhaps the business about modern electronics to update the bookie business, and that's pretty much gotten over with in the first twenty minutes.
Edmond O'Brien is an ambitious but honest telephone lineman who is hired by a local bookie manager -- is that the right term? Anyway the administrator of a rather small-scale betting business in Southern California. When he's finished modernizing the arrangement, making it faster, cleaner, and more efficient, he becomes indispensable to the organization and nudges the big guy out.
But the success of the business attracts the attention of the REALLY big guys in Cleveland. They form a partnership with him, cheat him, he cheats back, he's betrayed by his partners, and has a confrontation with the cops in the internal passageways and on the sunlit roof of Boulder Dam. Nice scenery at Boulder Dam, but I could have sworn someone was bound to tumble off it. The usual scenario calls for O'Brien to take the swan dive. Instead, there is one of those pointless shoot outs, in which O'Brien is wounded and stumbles at a run across the dam, bullets whistling past him, firing back blindly, until he collapses on the asphalt.
Joanne Dru is in it, looking good, as is what's her name, Dorothy Patrick as one of several blonds that O'Brien picks up and discards on his way to the top. ("Marriage is for suckers.") O'Brien is a capable actor. In his earlier roles he was a little too fast, a little too jumpy, kind of anxious, and I know anxiety when I see it. But despite his working-class New York accent, he was excellent as Casca in MGM's "Julius Caesar." He never seemed quite attractive enough for romantic leads. He always looked as if he were just about to develop a double chin. And there was a certain absence of neck. But, wow, he became a fine character actor as he aged, good in either comic roles ("The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance") or dramatic ("Seven Days in May"). The oddities in his appearance, the askew eyes, became emblems.
This film though is routine and not worth seeking out, although if it's on TV, it will at least not batter you over the head with its stupidity.