Writing for The Spectator in 1937, Graham Greene gave the film a poor review, faulting the "bad casting, bad story construction, [and] uncertain editing". While praising the acting of Holles, Seyler, and Marion, Greene found that the rest of the cast handicapped the director, and that the story lost its authenticity "in false trails, in an absurd love-story, in humour based on American film, and in the complete unreality of the 'murder gang'."[3]