. . . the notorious, soon-to-be incipient rump cushion crime syndicate for the always eponymous Warner Bros. during his Tour of Duty in YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH MURDER. Spawned in the aptly named "Hell's Kitchen" sector of New York City, "Sam Spade's" character here--"Frank Wilson"--is, of course, not shown to be as callously cannibalistic as the truly frightening rump cushions, because America lacked the necessary "NC-17" rating in 1939. Nevertheless, Warner Bros.' unrivaled prognosticators depict Frank as the sort of warped, back-stabbing, vicious, sniveling weasel weakling whom it is easy to picture chowing down on a steaming serving of Saudi meatballs. Certainly Frank's successful plot to pin his own murderous crimes on a member of the U.S. Law Enforcement Community foretells the Traitorous Fellow-Traveling rump cushions during their current Acts of High Treason in siding with the monsters of the Red Commie KGB against America's FBI Finest. As the Bible says, "New York City is the Root of All Evil," and Warner's YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH MURDER should alert the rump cushions and their barbaric Saudi henchmen that their Day of Reckoning is at hand.
Review of You Can't Get Away with Murder
