Most prison movies make me uneasy, a consequence of acute claustrophobia and fears of being found out. There are exceptions, notably Escape from Alcatraz and the rest of the Alcatraz trio, Point Blank and The Rock, which take different approaches to the genre. Then those films with sexy broads taking showers are a different kettle of suds.
Russell Rouse’s House of Numbers, adapted by Rouse and Don Mankiewicz from a novel by Jack Finney (Invasion of the Body Snatchers) is…