Looks like Columbia Pictures was reaching for an exploitation version of Caged (1950), replete with troubled patients, a reformer, and sadistic matrons. What Columbia got instead was a bumbling exploitation flick, replete with chorus-girl patients, wooden dialog, and over-the-top complications. Oh yes, for us guys, it seems all the girls, weird or not, are unusually fetching, straight from Hollywood and Vine.
Plot-wise it seems that straight-arrow Dr. Page (Elliott) takes a job at a girls reform institution, but soon finds the place is more like a Nazi prison camp, run by scheming witch Dixon (Walker). Despite believability, I guess the girls' wealthy parents don't care. Then too, the faculty features such professional types as an elderly professor who gleefully chopped up his wife with a meat cleaver, while discipline takes the form of hanging the girls by wrists under a stream of running water. The sheer steadfastness of the movie makers' approach comes close to camp, but somehow I couldn't even chuckle.
Too bad the tragic Helen Walker had to settle for this mess. She was so good at scheming, e.g. Nightmare Alley (1947). On the downgrade, she still shows her stuff in a thankless role. Meanwhile, that familiar utility actor, Ross Elliott, gets a colorless lead role, but still does his best. Also, can't help noticing that the queen of scream, Beverly Garland (Nancy) gets to unload a real lung blaster. And catch that abrupt ending, like they suddenly ran out of film. Anyway, the screenplay's a mess so unless you're a Helen Walker fan like me, skip it.
Plot-wise it seems that straight-arrow Dr. Page (Elliott) takes a job at a girls reform institution, but soon finds the place is more like a Nazi prison camp, run by scheming witch Dixon (Walker). Despite believability, I guess the girls' wealthy parents don't care. Then too, the faculty features such professional types as an elderly professor who gleefully chopped up his wife with a meat cleaver, while discipline takes the form of hanging the girls by wrists under a stream of running water. The sheer steadfastness of the movie makers' approach comes close to camp, but somehow I couldn't even chuckle.
Too bad the tragic Helen Walker had to settle for this mess. She was so good at scheming, e.g. Nightmare Alley (1947). On the downgrade, she still shows her stuff in a thankless role. Meanwhile, that familiar utility actor, Ross Elliott, gets a colorless lead role, but still does his best. Also, can't help noticing that the queen of scream, Beverly Garland (Nancy) gets to unload a real lung blaster. And catch that abrupt ending, like they suddenly ran out of film. Anyway, the screenplay's a mess so unless you're a Helen Walker fan like me, skip it.