The set design and the depth achieved in the lighting are both exceptional -- too bad cinematographer Charles J. Stumar died in 1935. The film features many distinct and interesting characters throughout. Well-acted and atmospheric overall.

Movie works better with darker tone, but still retains the humour without seeming goofy. Only thing is at 86 minutes, the ending feels abrupt -- perhaps not quite as "70's" as the filmmakers hoped.

David Letterman is the 2nd worst Oscar host I've witnessed. Completely lost without Paul Schaefer's support.

(JFK song, to the tune of "Three Coins in the Fountain"): "Three shots in the plaza..."

"This is the story of a man named Corleone. He killed everyone and now he's home alone."

The trouble with director John Ford's account of a typical day-in-the-life of a Scotland Yard detective is that it's non-stop blustery talk-talk-talk with none of the poetry of his other work. The wall-to-wall dialog in this movie is delivered as if they were afraid of leaving a silent moment, which is too bad since many of Ford's non-dialog moments in his other movies are filled with cinematic poetry. And then there are those fake backgrounds out the windows with the miniature double-decker buses all jiggling forward at the same speed. Very disappointing.