The Voice of Merrill

The Voice of Merrill (AKA: Murder Will Out) is directed by John Gilling who also adapts the screenplay from a story written by Terence Austin and Gerald Landeau. It stars Valerie Hobson, James Robertson Justice, Edward Underdown, Gary Marsh and Henry Kendall. Music is by Frank Cordell and cinematography by Monty Berman.

A British Who Done It? Thriller Out of Tempean Films, The Voice of Merrill begins with the murder of a pretty lady, the perpetrator unseen of course, and thus begins a tale of blackmail, illicit affairs, dastardly plotting, sleuthing and the vagaries of fate. It's a complex screenplay in many ways, perhaps unnecessary so, and Gilling strains to make all the threads amount to anything akin to suspense. However, once the momentum builds, and the net closes in on the suspects, the makers unleash some genuine surprises that in turn lead to a dramatic climax of some memorable impact. The acting is only OK, though it's always fun to see Robertson Justice doing one of his big bluff cantankerous acts. 6.5/10

"The Voice Of Merrill" aka "Murder Will Out" (1952) is the kind of film best watched on a cold day under warm covers. It doesn't attempt any major filmmaking innovations, but it is a solid example of what is often affectionately called the "cozy" British whodunit. Actually, it begins as a whodunit, but develops into a new when-will-it-be-done tale involving some of the main suspects, until both plot threads get tied up at the end. James Robertson Justice steals the show as a sharp-tongued author. Overall, it's familiar material well-done; only the very ending is slightly too abrupt. *** out of 4.

Today ,the broadcast stories (and series) have become a thing of the past ,but when the TV sets did not exist, they would keep the audience glued to their radio .The subject of the film ( a failed writer trying to appropriate a famous one's works ) has become common today .

It begins as a classic whodunit with the usual suspects , but continues with a love triangle , with a cynical wife (angel face Valérie Hobson turning into a femme fatale) urging her lover (Edward Underdown)to do away with her burdensome husband. Both plots are astutely linked in the last fifteen minutes ,although Hobson 's fate is rather derivative .Directing is not exciting ,but acting is effective ,particularly James Robertson Justice ,a cynical victim ,who knows he is terminally ill ,but who thinks revenge is a dish best eaten cold : I like his directing of stage actors: " don't act like a grizzly bear at the mating season " (and it's an euphemism)

A Female blackmailer is murdered, and one of four people have potentially killed her, the suspects include, her boss, an unsuccessful writer named Hugh, experienced writer Jonathan and his wife Alycia.

Known as Murder will out in The USA, and The voice of Merrill (arguably a better title) her in The UK, it's a B movie, and runs for approximately 90 minutes. Not a film I've ever heard spoken of, so I'm seeing it for the first time, with no prior knowledge of its content.

The story is nothing new, it has been done many, many times, and the script is average at best, but what shines through, the acting. I have adored Valerie Hobson ever since seeing her in Mind hearts and coronets, and she delivers a knockout performance here, equally good is the bombastic James Robertson Justice, he's loud and brash, a great contrast to Hobson.

It's not the most polished looking film you'll ever see, at times it does actually feel a little threadbare, and it really could have done with a bit more suspense, even the music is a little lifeless, but there really is something, maybe it's the expectation, or the curiosity caused by the murder.

The BBC gets a little bit of a pasting (something it's been more than used to for many years) once again, back then it was for being dreary.

7/10.

A woman is dead in her flat. It turns out that she was not a good girl, although I write that not in its usual sense. She was a blackmailer, and police inspector Garry Marsh interviews four persons of interest: her employer - for her day job - publisher Henry Kendall; Edward Underdown, who has had two books published by Kendall, but has failed to impress the critics or the public; John Robertson Justice, Kendall's most famous and successful author; and Valerie Hobson, Justice's wife, and Underdown's lover. While the investigation hangs fire, Justice, dying, works out a plan of vengeance that is very obscure until the end.

That's why I am willing to forgive a small imbecility whose only purpose is to increase the tension. It's a fine, suspenseful thriller that keeps the audience guessing as to what's going on, and who killed the dead woman.... even though she isn't mentioned after the first ten minutes until nearly the end. That, and Mr. Justice, playing one of his signature roles: brilliant, self-absorbed, self-award, witty at his own expense, and a tyrant feared by all who know him. Plus, if the role called for it, an expert falconer in real life. It's a pity, but I think it never did.

This top cast made this cheap B movie into an A event. Writer-director John Gilling never did better by himself.