David Raposa’s review published on Letterboxd:
Thank God for Marilyn Monroe (oh my stars & garters, that moment where she tries to charm the cop) & (at least in the 2nd half) Sterling Hayden & some of the down-ballot folks (especially James Whitmore), because I found myself once again watching a classic crime film directed by John Huston that was doing absolutely nothing for me. I'm all for putting the emphasis on the words and actors & eschewing any directorial flourishes, but Huston's version of that MO (in the 2 films of his I've seen, anyway) just bores me to distraction. & when it comes to those moments where Huston could do something with the camera -- Hayden shooting the private eye, or the perfunctory heist sequence -- his choices seem to detract from the moment rather than add or accentuate anything. (That finale being a great exception, thankfully.)
Granted, I also take issue with a bank that goes to the trouble of installing an electric eye that's high enough off the ground and far enough from the cage door in front of the safe to allow regular-sized folks -- and Sterling Fucking Hayden -- to slide underneath and work on opening the cage in full upright comfort.