It's hard to miss with Woolrich adaptations, and this is in the upper echelons of that privileged bunch. It's pretty much a dead body, a group of well-scripted tropes, a few locations, and the titular deadline, and we sit back and let the entertainment unfold. This was apparently Clurman's only foray into film directing and it is a bit stagey, but we also get deliciously cinematic stuff like the first closeup of the movie being a sleeping face with a fly walking around on it. The dialogue and interactions are the highlights but it's also got one of the most unusual killers in noir whose ultimate revelation is just slightly too well hinted at.
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