Ira Brooker’s review published on Letterboxd:
A chance encounter with a leathery talent agent gives amateur crooner Tony Travis a shot at the big time, but his hooligan friends, led by unsubtle psycho Peter Breck, are determined to hold him back.
This is real straightforward stuff directed stylelessly by the voice of Boris Badinov, but it's still kinda likeable despite itself. Peter Breck's damn-the-torpedoes turn as a jealous buddy with a hair trigger is worth your time by himself, and Travis cuts a decent figure in the lead and sings a few pretty OK easy listening numbers. I'm told "beatnik" had a different connotation in its early usage, so I won't fault this for not being full of faux Ginsbergs. It's a dime-store youth in revolt flick and that's all it needs to be.