This terrible movie comes from PRC—a tiny independent film studio known for making,…well,…crap. Their budgets were always low, the writing usually pretty bad and their talent usually unknown. When the term 'Poverty Row' was created to describe low-budget film studios that usually rented space in real studios at night to make their films, they must have had PRC in mind. Now this does not mean that all their films were unwatchable—their horror films with the likes of George Zucco were great fun. But you certainly did not expect art from PRC! This mystery film frankly irritated me—much more than usual. That's because the writing was so nonsensical and shabby that I found watching the film a real chore. In fact, after a while I found myself no longer paying attention…it was that bad.The film begins with a lady pointing a gun at a man's head and making him drive. When she instructs him to turn while making her getaway, his car crashes. The man naturally goes to the police…who do locate the lady but don't seem to care that she pointed a gun at a man's head and hijacked his car! And, what's crazier, is that although the man is mad and insists he will sue her for the damage (after all, the police didn't even arrest her!!), she acts like it's all his fault and refuses—saying "you are the one who had the accident"! Then, he smiles and tells her to forget about it!!! What part of a threat to murder a man and destruction of his car didn't he, the police or the writer understand?! Frankly, at this point I was sick of the film and rarely have I ever seen a situation so muddled and stupid in a film. It only seemed to get worse…and I wonder if the film was actually written by a lemur!

Any movie with Rebel Randall is a must movie (that's her on the jacket of the Alpha DVD) and in this one she not only has a really sizable part for once but even gets to do a buzz of sizzling dance steps! By contrast, the nominal heroine, June Clyde, is almost a nothing. I saw the movie only an hour ago and already I've forgotten all her scenes except the opening in which she jumps on to the running board of Chick Chandler's jalopy, (a roadster named "Genevieve", would you believe?).Mr Chick Chandler himself is hardly chic, nor would he rate on a ten thousand names list of the most charismatic guys in the movie world, but at least I can remember what he looks like.As for the rest of the players, poor old George Meeker, typecast as usual, tries his best to look nasty, but Edgar Dearing has abandoned his policeman's motorcycle for this one and looks out of place as a shopkeeper.Director Elmer Clifton, with the able assistance of his cameraman, has arranged some dark and half-spooky atmospheric effects, but his efforts are sunk — partly by his own script and partly by his shoe-string budget.

Low budget mystery. A shot rattles out of the dark and a woman is seen running from that direction. A young architect Jimmy McMillan(Chick Chandler)discovers a dead body that goes missing. The woman in a hurry, Mary(June Clyde), is linked to the death scene; but it is McMillan that has to try and solve the case to avoid serious suspicion. Suspects are six shop owners in the vicinity of the crime scene. All the atmosphere of Film-Noir; but not quite the real thing. This flick musters just enough to be a decent low budget mystery/drama and is a nice little escape. Other players include: George Meeker, Michael Raffetto, Milton Wallace and Rebel Randall.

"Seven Doors to Death:" sounds intriguing, doesn't it? Quite a catchy title! Very exciting start to this film: a shot rings out, a woman screams & comes running out of a house in a courtyard. She jumps onto the running board of a slow moving car & orders the driver to turn down a dead end street by holding a small flashlight to the side of his head as if it were a gun. The driver speeds down the dead end & crashes; when he recovers, the lady is gone. Sounds great doesn't it? It is great, but this exciting scene lasts for all of about two minutes. After that, it's mostly downhill. The plot becomes muddled as the seven suspects all take turns doing suspicious things, & three or four more murders take place. Chick Chandler is adequate as the male lead, but he's got too many corny lines with too much emphasis on comedy. June Clyde is good as the lady who jumps on the running board. Most of the others are fairly good as well, especially Rebel Randall as a woman who can't seem to get enough attention from the men. The real problem with this film is not in the acting, it's in the script. An interesting premise is talked to death with routine dialog. I rate it 5/10.