The first time I saw House of Bamboo, I watched it on television in San Francisco. My droll room-mate Ray Browne came in during the movie.
"What's that?" he asked.
"A movie called House of Bamboo," I answered.
Ray poured himself a Coke in the kitchen while I continued watching the film in the living room. It was during one of the scenes when Robert Ryan or Robert Stack is yelling and someone else is yelling back. A film directed by Sam Fuller, after all, offers lots of raw emotion.
Ray emerged from the kitchen. "I sense tension in the House of Bamboo," he said.