There Is Another Sun

Wall of Death, or There is Another Sun is a 1951 film directed by Lewis Gilbert and starring Maxwell Reed, Laurence Harvey, and Susan Shaw.

Reed plays Racer, probably a fake name, who is actually a motorcycle racer; Harvey is his boxer friend Maguire. Both are involved with the local carnival, which features them, and both are nterested in the same woman, a dancer, Lilian (Susan Shaw).

Racer is unscrupulous and involves Maguire in his chicanery. Though Maguire is warned not to get mixed up with him, he is obsessively loyal and wants to be a good friend. However, Racer pulls Maguire into deeper and deeper crime.

The star of the film is the wonderful carnival atmosphere, on the seedy side, with its carousel and hilarious fortune teller played by Hermoine Baddeley.

There is some great footage of cycling around a tall, round wall, as well as a prize fight. Otherwise it's a dull and talky film, and one thinks Maguire, rather than being a loyal friend, is an idiot. Harvey is very young here.

Susan Shaw, the object of the affections of both men, is lovely.

Maxwell Reed was Joan Collins' first husband, and I gather about as nice as he appears in this.

I think the early 1950s was an interesting time for British cinema. Hitchcock was making forgotten but intriguing efforts like STAGE FRIGHT while once in a while equally forgotten gems like DOUBLE CONFESSION seem to come along out of nowhere. Sadly THERE IS ANOTHER SUN, a morality tale centred around a big top circus, has little redeeming value for the modern viewer.

The best thing about it is that it paints a picture of the era, while the morals of the picture are fun to watch. The cast, including Laurence Harvey and Leslie Dwyer, give performances that can only be described as professional. A shame, then, that the story of a love triangle between a woman and two men and the subsequent small-scale crime just don't go anywhere. There's a plodding detective sub-plot and lots of worthiness, but the film just didn't hold my attention. That THERE IS ANOTHER SUN is so dull comes as a surprise when you consider director Lewis Gilbert went on to direct Bond classics like THE SPY WHO LOVED ME.

All three of the young leads in this movie died young within five years of each other during the 1970s. A bleak trawl of the lower depths recalling 'Nightmare Alley', it teams two of postwar British cinema's most saturnine bad boys and biggest quiffs, of whom only Maxwell Reed is deemed incapable of redemption (although Laurence Harvey's hero-worshipping of him does seem to go beyond mere admiration).

Wilkie Cooper's superb photography goes some way towards making the basic squalor of the subject palatable, while the supposedly poky little room unemployed 'showgirl' Susan Shaw rents looks luxuriously spacious by 21st Century standards.

Laurence Harvey is a tank fighter for Leslie Dwyer in a traveling carnival; Maxwell Reed is his pal, and a daredevil motorcycle rider in the same show. Susan Shaw is a chorus line dancer who falls in with them. Harvey is the man she has set her cap at, but Reed has some less-than-legal plans that keep drawing Harvey into danger, especially when policeman Meredith Edwards comes by, knowing more than he can prove; but of course all the carny folk close ranks against him.

There's a good deal of atmosphere in ths tale of carny life, and a sense of depression hangs over the production, especially when the audience can hear the cheery music of the calliope. There's a sense of alienation from the happy crowds that come in for a show, hoping that Harvey will have his brains spattered in a fight, or Reed killed in a stunt gone wrong. Can the men get out of this movie alive, and out of prison? With Hermione Baddeley, Earl Cameron, Eric Pohlmann, and Laurence Naismith.

No film with Maxwell Reed can be all bad. The director even used his height as a plot point - how can he hide in a crowd? Racer (Wall of Death) and Maguire (boxer) pick up Lilian (Susan Shaw) in a dodgy nightclub where they gamble away their savings. Racer wants to get back on the Speedway track, while Maguire wants to make it as a boxer. Meanwhile he falls in love with Lilian, but fears she has a thing for racer. The gruff trainer meanwhile is in love with the fortune teller - played to great effect by the wonderful Hermione Baddeley. "Your kabbalistic number is 69 and your lucky colour is blue - you're a Scorpio, I can tell!" The real star is the seedy background of the fair, the vans, and the grubby boarding house where Lilian is staying with a girlfriend - their show has closed and they're on their uppers. They still existed, with their Victorian furniture, in the 60s and 70s.