Je plaide non coupable

A strange french film that I saw dubbed, from an US source. It begins like a court drama, where a young woman is accused of a murder and claims her innocence. A journalist tries to prove her not guiltiness. And the films curiously becomes from time to time an actionner, with some gunfights sequences. Not a bad feature, but that I will forget in a couple of weeks, or maybe days. I don't know any of the actors, male or female. It may be a sleeper at some moments, so stay tuned if you want to follow the story in an accurate way. The director was a man who made films in different countries: UK, USA and France. His best known feature was LES MAINS D'ORLAC.

I saw this film this morning, 5th September 2018, on Talking Pictures which I often watch these days when there is garbage on most other tv channels. It was a long film and I found myself looking at the clock several times to check when it ended.One example of the producers casting British actors so us anglo saxons can understand the script, was " the vital French witness" played by Sidney Tafler who gave testimony just before the jury gave its verdict.Phony French accents were the order of the day when even ignorant French peasants spoke intelligible English.More intelligent producers later would provide English subtitles whenever a non English part was spoken on film, thus providing more verisimilitude, a classic case being Darryl F Zanuck's remarkable "The Longest Day"(1962) which had sequences in French & German.The film seemed long because, as a previous reviewer has said there were too many flashbacks in the Criminal Court sequences. when he played a RAF fighter pilot and I agree with the previous reviewer who wrote continual flashbacks broke the continuity of the scenes.The only previous film in which I had seen the leading man was in Leslie Howard's "The Gentle Sex" (1945) when he played a RAF fighter pilot.I even found myself thinking in schoolboy French what I would have said in their authentic language.The plot was rather contrived by the scriptwriter being merely adequate, henc emy rating of 6/10.

The British TV channel Talking Pictures recently screened this film. It wasn't perfect quality, and twice I had stop my recording, reverse and freeze to read a scribbled note.

The plot was divided between a hotel where a murder took place, a courtroom at London's Old Bailey and France (with echoes of the German occupation). It was not at all bad, though a couple of times I did wonder how the French reporter had come up with information to progress the investigation he was making with his friend Nat Rumbold.

As always with court dramas, one might wonder at some of the legal procedures, not least the last-minute intervention. And there were one or two scenes that could have been improved, such as that with the out-of-control car, when interior reaction shots of Nat realising he had a problem could have been effectively added.

But overall the film was good enough to have merited a better-known cast. Donald Wolfit (later to be knighted) as the judge was the biggest - indeed the only big - name, and there was a sprinkling of familiar British character actors.

Everyone acquitted themselves well enough.

It would appear that the film was released in both English and French, and a poster on IDMB gives prominence to the French actors.

Part murder mystery, part thriller, part courtroom drama- this odd little film has a well-intentioned foot in each of these camps without nailing any particular genre. The unimaginative title doesn't help. That said, it's an enjoyable curiosity shown from time to time on TPTV, and John Justin scrubs up very nicely as our clean-cut English hero among a collection of French and Brit character actors; one of our favourite B-film cockneys of the time, Sydney Tafler, plays an Italian-sounding character who's witness statement is critical to the narrative- delivered in a peculiarly unconvincing French accent. As always, interesting to see who else crops up- the great Donald Wolfit as the judge, and Russell Napier (who is nearly always playing a police inspector), playing - er - a police inspector.

This film soon splits into two parallel narratives; one a rather stolid courtroom drama with an eclectic cast of Britons ranging from Donald Wolfit as the judge to Betty Stockfield as a shifty witness, the other populated largely with French actors and slickly shot by director Edmond Greville following hero John Justin to France in search of evidence exonerating a former resistance heroine.

Based on a novel by Michael Gilbert (originally part of his Inspector Hazelrigg series), the plot is often hard to follow and the final payoff a bit of a letdown, but you keep watching.