This is what I love about Allied Artists pictures -- B-movie fare embellished with A-movie budgets. The acting and direction are consistently strong if workmanlike, but this excels due to an edgy realism that seems surprising for its era. Ernest Borgnine's "I no speaka the good English" routine wears thin after a while, but that's the only real knock against it. Also, Borgnine assembles a crack team of Italian cops and refers to them as his "guinea pigs." I lol'd.