The Hideout

This movie is determined to persuade you that London in 1956 could be just as hip as New York. The guns, gangsters and fast cars do their best but it's hard to disguise a bunch of Englishmen in tweed jackets driving Ford Prefects. The fast paced plot about smugglers who accidentally create the risk of an anthrax epidemic is really too complex for the very short running time. The real highlight is the superb black and white cinematography around London's docklands, which tips the balance to make this one worth watching.

Dermot Walsh, Rona Anderson and Ronald Howard star in this crime thriller about an insurance investigator who becomes mixed up in crime after accidentally taking the wrong case to the airport. It was a solid B movie and was an interesting time capsule of London at the time, being filmed around the Docklands. It's good to see Sam Kydd, a character actor who frequently appears in British films of the time, having a much bigger role than usual, and the film has lots of twists and turns that keep the pace quick. However, the characters aren't very well developed and the plot often felt a bit rushed and convoluted.

The really interesting part of this film are the shots of London as it was in 1956.At the beginning there are views of the West End at night.I remember with fondness the Lyons Corner Houses.Also the scenes taken at the docks.As one other reviewer has stated the plot is far too complex for a film which lasts 55 minutes.Reasonable cast do their best in the circumstances.

This film has quite an interesting plot but it is too fast paced and very short. The anthrax element within the plot was underplayed and the main characters were unrealistic. There was a goof that made me laugh. When the ship captain held some of the characters at gunpoint he had his fingers over the top of the gun. If you know anything about guns you would realise that a semi-auto pistol cannot be shot like that. The story was rushed through, not leaving any time for the audience to get involved.

Dermot Walsh is an insurance investigator in London about to fly out to London. He picks up Rona Anderson's case by accident and discovers it contains eight thousand pounds. He returns it to her and her brother, Ronald Howard, and finds himself in the midst of a plot involving smuggled, anthrax-laden furs and several armed thugs, all of whom want their money.

It's a fine example of what a one-hour second feature is supposed to offer: lots of plot, lots of action, and some good photography. Here, it's shots of London's Docklands -- now gone beneath Canary Wharf -- just the place where night time shooting and cinematic life are cheap. There's no stretching of any points and the characters are no more than sketches, but at this length, it's what one hopes for and, for once, gets.