This one is most fun for seeing Jack Lord (back before his hair was made of lacquer) and Anne Francis as a couple. Lord plays a soulful psycho who can only sing through his horn, and Francis is at the top of her game as a frazzled heiress torn between her love for her man and her fear of his rages. Additionally, Barbara Bostock plays the cool chanteuse, warbling some sensual (if perhaps dubbed) ditties. Of course there's an awful lot of jive-talkin' to work your way through, and I guess Maharis must be an acquired taste that I've never quite managed to acquire (he just seems to stand there and smirk most of the time, like his whole act is an act and a put-on and no one realizes that more than him). Anyway, Lord's dizzy blowin' sessions are pretty sleek, no doubt about it. And Todd Styles had never heard of Miles Davis?!...man, that cat is square!