For several years I supported my writing habit through a variety of dull, poorly - paid, and sometimes horrible jobs (the weirdest was probably my stint as a research assistant / housekeeper / dogsbody for an egomaniacal self - help author whose elderly husband spent much of his time in the basement with his huge
collection of Hustler magazines).
A disparate
collection of crooks, small - time
hustlers, and disreputable characters knocking around Monte Carlo are brought together to rob a casino in an elaborate heist in Seven Thieves (1960), an unshowy caper film from Hollywood veteran Henry Hathaway.