Highway 13

William Berke, who rose from assistant boy to director/producer of B noirs, and died a young 55, certainly can claim some merits in the finished product of HIGHWAY 13. Obviously operating on a shoestring budget that even had model shots, trucks and sedans careen off Highway 13 before disappearing in explosions, he also had to make do with a clearly substandard cast. The only member of the latter that I recognized from small parts in various minor movies was Clem Bevans, the endearing old "Pops" accumulating more mischief and a longer rap sheet than I had seen coming.

Perhaps the cleverest touch in this cheap Lippert production is Mary Gordon throwing, or threatening to throw, blueberry pies in Bevans' face... I ought to have known that she was doing it for a reason, but I decided - wrongly - that she and the old geezer were two geriatrics and nothing more, thereby ignoring the consistency of "Pops'" presence in this 58-minute noir.

Robert Lowery is a third rate actor but he does not compromise; as indicated, Bevans and Gordon actually elevate the film's acting standard; and Maris Wrixon and Frank Whalen play suave villains. The real poor choice, sadly, is Pamela Blake, who cannot act to save her life, and is given far too significant a role saving the day in the end.

The screenplay by Maurice Trombagel is concise and keeps you interested, cinematography by Carl Berger reflects the film's low budget but I have seen far, far worse. I found the ending rather fitting, too, with justice rightly served to the deserving parties. 7/10.