Now here is a very peculiar movie and I'm wondering why it's not been revived and turned into a creepy cult hit.
Tab Hunter is quite convincing as a scary-eyed Aryan-blonde psychopath living in London, who emerges from prison over the opening credits and immediately proceeds to psychologically - and eventually physically - destroy his small family. Seems Tad murdered someone and had never seen his little boy (played extremely well by a presumably four or five year-old Andy Myers), and as soon as he comes home to his long-suffering wife and meets his son, the alarm bells start to ring.
While it could be argued that Hunter overplays the giggling psycho somewhat, it works, in large part because the fine ensemble cast keeps the tension up without descending into hysterics, everyone pussy-footing around the clearly damaged dad.
Not quite film noir, and not quite melodrama, THE MAN WITH TWO FACES, as it is known in the U.S., is a peculiar small-time thriller with a curiously detached tone that prefigures the so-called British New Wave which emerged over the following years; Tab is definitely an angry young man here - though rather too angry for comfort.
