The Cleo Laine track, the odd behaviour of Scout dancing about, tha arty jazzy track, Jill Bennett's stage hysterics, the West Indian singing calypso (fashionable at the time) to a guitar in prison(!?) , the party, all create an air of unrealistic artiness. The criminals are half baked - just remember when this was made the Krays were roaming London creating mayhem. Losey could have studied them and then really scared us.
Review of The Concrete Jungle
