This seems to be my year to catch everything and the wild temperature swings aren't helping at all. Achoo. Anyway, I'd heard the great crime fiction writer James Ellroy rave about Stakeout On Dope Street, recorded it on the trusty dvr and watched it yesterday. Except for the ending, I'm not quite sure what Ellroy sees in it, but it has a swell title:
Here are some lobby cards featuring the young cast members. I suspect Warners hoped that one of them would be the next James Dean, Sal Mineo, Natalie Wood, or Dennis Hopper. It didn't happen.