This film looks neat. It isn't. It's a rambling, endless mess that goes nowhere. I swear if you took away the scenes where people run down the street, up steps, across fields, there would be about 15 minutes left. This is a modern version (sort of) of Oliver Twist. In it is man who pays little boys to be thieves. He doesn't pay them well. He gambles and loses the money. In the middle of this is also a story of the theft of an incredibly valuable jewel. Once again, the incompetency of people guarding these things is off the charts. Yes, I'd leave a few million dollars lying around while I checked to see who was at the door or, in this case, who was having a heart attack. O yes, it's one of the three stooges on a ladder, allowed to make repairs in the middle of a high security area. The screen does sparkle when Pernell Roberts, late of Bonanza and Trapper John is on the scene. But he is barely there. He wasn't a bad actor, but I heard he was a bit hard to get along with. He had that deep voice and natural authority. Mel Ferrer-- what was he thinking? Oh, yes, there was title character who saves the day. Oh brother.
