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This UK, homegrown, studio based movie, was not one of the best films of the period. The great American star Pat O'Brien, who often played a priest or a good guy in his roles, many opposite his real life friend James Cagney, was in life, the nice man he betrayed. On the set of Kill Me Tomorrow, he gave me his dedicated photo and wrote to my mother when he returned to the states. I doubt if movie stars of today would have the time or thought to be so nice to child actors. Lois Maxwell of Miss Moneypenny fame, was also wonderful in her role. However, the film was rather disjointed and Tommy Steel's introduction was marred by his over-long performance. The film can be rented from Amazon and the poster is now available on the Internet. Good fun if you like to see black and white London in the 1950's. Raymond Russell, boy in hospital bed.

I won't bother you with the plot, as other reviewers have given plenty of detail.

As so often in films like this, an fading American star was imported. Pat O'Brien was 58 at the time, with what one reviewer's described as a turnip face (given his Irishness, potato face seems nearer the mark.) He looks tired, though given the character is a drunken, depressed widower, that's quite appropriate.

Despite his age and lack of dynamism, O'Brien flattens three villains in a fist fight. Since one of them is played by Freddie Mills, who'd only lost the world light-heavyweight championship seven years before, that scene wasn't totally convincing (English understatement working overtime.)

The heroine is played by the lovely Lois Maxwell, 30 at the time. The character is rather silly (she interferes without knowing the facts, thereby putting O'Brien's son in danger.) The film's main problem is that the leads make a very ill-matched couple, and have zero chemistry.

This is the last of a string of low budget B movies Terence Fisher made in the '50s, all competently made without being inspired. Who would have thought that his next film, "The Curse of Frankenstein," would lead to a whole series of Hammer horrors, mainly directed by Fisher. The budgets for these were probably pretty low too, but he showed a real flair for Gothic horror, though the law of diminishing returns inevitably set in.

A couple of footnotes. The villains operate from the office of a coffee bar in which Tommy Steele performs, too much for my taste. Steele got his start in such a place. And I think this was one of the last films made in Southall studios: the area has changed an awful lot since those days.

Pat O'Brien used to be a top reporter, but he has taken to the bottle since his wife's death. He quarrels with his editor in the newsroom and is fired. He then discovers that his son has a rare deadly disease that only a specialist in Switzerland can cure for a thousand pounds. He goes to the editor's house to make peace and get an advance, but hears gunshot and sees some racketeers leave. O'Brien breaks in and finds the editor dying. He picks up the gun when he hears a noise, but it's Lois Maxwell, the editor's niece and a fellow reporter. The next morning, O'Brien goes to the gangster, George Coulouris, and offers to confess to th murder, to give him and his gunsels time to flee the country for the money he needs.

O'Brien is too old for the part, despite the pep and professionalism he puts into it. The rest of the cast behaves in unlikely ways, especially Lois Maxwell as the dead man's niece who finds O'Brien standing with a gun over her uncle and yet comes to believe he didn't do it. I was also unconvinced by the way O'Brien took out two young hoods in a fight. To add to the issues, Claude Kingston, who plays his son, is one of those nasal, high-voiced drips with a teddy bear that riles me up. They needed someone ten or fifteen years younger.... or to have put O'Brien in a toupee.

"Crosbie" (Pat O'Brien) is a jaded old journalist who is involved in a car accident that robs him of his wife and seriously injures his son. Now facing a bill of £1,000 to send him to Switzerland for urgent treatment, he becomes desperate and turns to the dubious "Webber" (George Coulouris) and offers to take the rap for the recent death of his old boss if he will fund the surgery. What "Crosbie" hadn't figured on, though, was the police actually wanting to get to the bottom of the crime and "Insp. Lane" (Wensley Pithey) isn't convinced he has his man! The only solution for "Crosbie" now might be to team up with fellow reporter "Jill" (Lois Maxwell) and see if they can solve the crime themselves. It took me a while to recognise a very young Richard Pascoe as the doctor and Tommy Steele also features briefly, but otherwise this is all a rather formulaic drama that is probably fifteen minutes longer than it needs to be. It's reasonably paced and passes the time, but you won't recall it afterwards.

'B' picture mainly interesting to me as I saw Tommy Steele's name listed first and I have tickets to see him in 2016!! Rock on. However, back to the picture. Directed by Terence Fisher and starring American gangster actor Pat O'Brien, near the end of his illustrious supporting career to stars like James Cagney. Quite how Terence Fisher went from this dud to the wonderful The Curse of Frankenstein with Peter Cushing in a matter of months is beyond me. Anyway, O'Brien plays a booze riddled newspaper man who needs a £1000 to get his son cured of an eye tumour that will almost certainly kill him if it's not fixed pronto. He gets involved with gangsters led by George Coulouris and the whole thing becomes a bit convoluted but O'Brien still somehow ends up getting the girl, played by Lois Maxwell (Moneypenny from the early Bond films) who looks young enough to be his granddaughter. Ug! gross, particularly when he tries to kiss her in the final scene and Lois appears to turn her head away. Still, it was funny seeing Tommy Steele rocking away like an idiot which is how these young stars were presented in this type of picture back then. Another reason I love watching these old films is to see the character actors and actresses, most of them long dead. Boxer Freddie Mills, Al Mulock, Robert Brown, Richard Pasco, Ronald Adam, Wensley Pithey, all familiar faces to me. Always worth a look.