Not all who scold loathe you!

Cry of the City (1948)
Another obscure film noir from the yesteryear forgotten in annals of the ticking time. This offering had nothing extraordinary to offer to mankind. The particular message that struck a cord with me is the message that it carried at the end of the show.
Firstly, humble beginnings, poverty and scarcity in appreciating the finer things in life is no justification to one's involvement in crime and vice. There are others who were in the same both boat with you opt not to slide the same slippery slide as you. They used will power and good friends to thread them the part of lasting piece of mind.
Secondly, what you do actually affects all the people who live around you or are bound by an intangible union through blood or DNA. Their skin would quiver if yours is breached even if you feel that all man is for himself. The people closely related to you mostly mean well to our welfare even though on the surface they may seem like a wet blanket to your wonderful dreams!
The only familiar name in the cast is Shelley Winters who had donned the silver screen for 5 decades before her demise. The rest of them were just characters. The setting of the film was excellent belying the fact that the location of ghetto neighbourhood and the apartments were all staged. The story. however, did not really excite the viewers as it appeared too complicated for comprehension.
A cop killer is hunted by a police lieutenant after he escapes the hospital where he was treated for near fatal injuries. The lieutenant knows the convict's law abiding homely humble Italian parents. His relationship with the parents and the convict's younger brother, who hero worship his elder brother, and the tracking down of the killer's tracks form the crux of the story.