Don Gregor, the son of famous plastic surgeon Dr. Boris Gregor, begins to hang around with young criminal Vic Brady and carry a gun. The pair attempt an armed holdup, and when things start to go wrong Gregor accidentally kills a night watchman. Fearing that Gregor plans to turn himself in, Brady kills him and blackmails Dr. Gregor into giving him a new face.
Is this as bad as everyone says? In a word... Yes. It's dreadful. The relentless, twangy music that accompanies almost every frame of this daft detective yarn is almost as annoying as the profoundly mind-numbing dialogue - but the best bit has got to be the masterful plastic surgery carried out by world renowned "Dr. Gregor" (Herbert Rawlinson - who bears a passing resemblance to George Zucco) on the sofa of the guy's living room - without, it appears anaesthetic (for the patient, or ourselves). Steve Reeves manages to get his shirt off, just in case we doubt it is really him and the last five minutes must raise a smile - wry, no doubt, but a smile nonetheless for it's sheer naffness.