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A decent enough thriller but one that really needed a Hitchcock or at least a director who knew how to mould the somewhat far-fetched material into something more plausible than this. Instead we get Carol Reed on something of an off-day and he seems more content to let the material carry itself rather than actually do something with it.

Laurence Harvey is seriously miscast as the serial insurance fraudster pursued to Spain by Alan Bates' insurance investigator while Lee Remick does what she can with the rather thankless part of Harvey's wife. Bates is very good and just about carries the picture while the cat-and-mouse scenario is often exciting and Robert Krasker's widescreen cinematography, (it was shot mostly in the South of Spain), is certainly attractive. It's the kind of film you might expect from someone like Michael Anderson or a host of other serviceable directors slumming it in some exotic locale but from Reed you really do expect more.

Good drama with a bit of mystery thrown in. It's hard to say what's more beautiful in this movie the locations, which are breathtaking or Lee Remick and Alan Bates both at the peak of their individual attractiveness who are equally stunning. They offer the best performances doing an uncertain dance around each other never sure of the other's motives. Laurence Harvey is his usual squirrelly pompous self but that fits the role. Well known to be an abrasive, selfish, uncooperative and egotistical jerk behind the scenes Harvey apparently was incredibly difficult on this shoot to the point where Lee Remick refused to discuss the problems but was quoted as saying "The tales I can tell of working with him are too horrendous to repeat." Not a classic Reed film but he guides the film well although apparently his confidence had been shaken by exiting another troubled production, the Marlon Brando Mutiny on the Bounty, just prior to this.

The first half of the movie could have been handled better. The appearance of the supposedly deceased Rex Black a few moments after his mourners have departed his flat, and at the same time as a visit from an insurance investigator leads to something that resembles a scene from a bedroom farce without the laughs. When the action switches to Malaga things improve significantly, partly because it's beautifully filmed but mainly because Lee Remick and Alan Bates are convincing and appealing together. This was an early glimpse of what a fine, sympathetic leading man Alan Bates would be for decades to come. Unfortunately it was also confirmation of Laurence Harvey's limitations. A better, more subtle actor might have retained at least part of our sympathy to the end, giving the final twist an element of tragedy. Harvey loses the audience every time he opens his mouth, though, and that torpedoes The Running Man in spite of the good work of his co-stars and the attention to detail of gifted cinematographer Robert Krasker. Worth watching but a missed opportunity.

For those who resent paying their insurance premiums--and who amongst us doesn't--there is Carol Reed's The Running Man, not to be confused with the Arnold Schwarzinator film of the same name. The always dapper but much too thin Laurence Harvey stars as Rex Black, a professional pilot whose insurance claim is turned down by frosty Allan Cuthbertson due to coverage that expired two days prior to an accident. Enraged, Harvey and wife (played by an icily beautiful Lee Remick) launch a scheme to bilk the insurance company of a very large sum of money. Unfortunately, claims adjustor Alan Bates is on the job to complicate matters for the felonious couple. John Mortimer's screenplay is a bit flat and frankly unbelievable at times, but the superb cast more than makes up for it. The film, shot in colour and on location in Spain, looks gorgeous, but Encore is airing a pan-and-scan print that severely compromises the original Panavision framing. At least this print retains a widescreen credits sequence, which features some superb work by Bond main man Maurice Binder.

Sorely underrated and dismissed at the time of its release, THE RUNNING MAN can now be seen for what it it: a highly effective thriller. Director Carol Reed was said to be shaken after being dismissed from MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY, but it really doesn't show. He conducts us deftly through a nicely conceived intrigue, with no time wasted. If a viewer can forgive a small handful of plot contrivances, this movie delivers in suspense, interesting characters, acting, and pleasing use of locations. The cast is superb: Laurence Harvey might look underfed, but his character is richly drawn he seems to have a great time. Lee Remick has never been better: a woman who sees her husband for what he really is when he assumes a new identity. And Alan Bates, an actor who radiated charm, brings a lot of substance to his part. Watch for Fernando Rey and Fortunio Bonanova (the singing teacher from CITIZEN KANE--"Impossible! Impossible!") as a bank manager. The script has a good helping of humor along with the suspense. And William Alwyn's music score enhances the film as well. It may not be THE THIRD MAN, but THE RUNNING MAN is likely to satisfy most fans of thrillers, the director and the estimable cast.