A Stranger in Town

The directorial debut of George Pollock, who later made several more films about violent death in placid surroundings; but here the tone is much darker than in his Miss Marple mysteries and we get Chopin on the soundtrack rather than Ron Godwin's jaunty theme.

Mona Washbourne would have made a splendid Miss Marple, but instead of an eccentric old spinster stepping on the toes of the local constabulary the amateur sleuth is this time played by crew-cut yank Alex Nicol (who gets as warm a welcome from the locals as Spencer Tracy got in 'Bad Day at Black Rock'); although there are quite a few engaging performances by the other women in the cast (of whom I would like to have seen more of Mary Laura Wood & Betty Impey).

When a composer if found dead in his home in a sleepy English village, the coroner puts it down to suicide. Now nobody quite knows just why this man would have taken his own life and when his American journalist pal "Madison" (Alex Nicol) shows up, he decides to look into things and is soon highly suspicious as he gradually realises that the rose tinted windows and perfectly manicured lawns hide tensions amongst the outwardly butter-wouldn't-melt townsfolk. There are plenty of clues for us all here, the odd red herring and he even manages to pick a fight as he eventually manages to convince "Insp. Powell" (John Horsley) that this wasn't simply just the desperate, final, act of an eccentric musician. It features a workmanlike, rather than stellar, cast of British stalwarts - Mona Washbourne ("Agnes") is always reliable, as is Charles Lloyd-Pack and there's even a spot for Arthur Lowe before the denouement comes a bit from left-field. It's an interesting contrast this film - almost like a precursor of the hugely successful "Midsomer Murders" series: what really does go on behind the chintz curtains. The writing is distinctly bland - and Nicol is really just eye candy, but it is still a decent little mystery that is worth a gander.

A straightforward murder mystery set in and around a sleepy English village, A STRANGER IN TOWN features imported American star Alex Nicol (who is much better than he was in THE GILDED CAGE) as a guy who shows up in the UK after his good friend, a composer, commits suicide. He's only there to gather a few belongings to return to the States but a mysterious note warning him of intrigue leads him to stay on and investigate the apparent suicide himself.

What follows is the uncovering of a hotbed of conspiracy and murder, with various characters hiding their true motivations. I quite like these gentleman detective films such as this and A STRANGER IN TOWN has a fairly good plot, although it lacks excitement and it cheats a bit by not allowing the viewer to work out the murderer's identity until the climax. Nicol's encounters with a volatile farmer are my favourite moments here.

The supporting cast is a solid one that includes Colin Tapley as a toff, Anne Paige as a would-be love interest, and Charles Lloyd Pack as a former army man. John Horsley is the usual dogged cop who adds little to the narrative other than to pad out the running time. Harry Towb and Arthur Lowe have bit parts.

Alex Nicol plays the American journalist who gets caught up in a tale of intrigue and murder while gathering up the private possessions of a former friend who allegedly had committed suicide. What seems to be a promising film, fails to deliver. Slow tempo, weak storyline and a conspicuous lack of tension and energy, quickly had me yawning. I was longing for some action, and some emotionally charged scenes but it was all in vain. The director offers no gripping moments of suspense or sudden or twists and turns - instead the audience are left with our American hero simply wandering through the village looking for clues but ends up meeting no more than a collection of unremarkable, staid and starchy, one dimensional village characters. The main reason why the storyline is so unconvincing is that everyone is too nice, polite and well mannered! None of the characters reveal any menace. I was longing for an angry Dan Duryea to show up and play the bad guy. He would have injected much needed energy and gritty cynicism into the film, but sadly we are left with Colin Tapley, playing the toff, who comes across as a merely bitter and sad character. As for the love interest of Alex Nicol, Anne Paige, sounds bored and detached from what's going on. Her character has no 'edginess' or 'attitude.' Indeed, after watching this film, instead of watching a crime drama, I felt I was watching middle class life village life in the 1950's. I would give this film a miss.

This is a fairly routine British thriller from the 50s starring yet another has been American actor in the hope that the producers can find an American distributor.Many of the elements of this film are well worn not to say hackneyed.However my unhappiness with the film is due to the fact that it doesn't play fair.The audience should always have a clue as to whom the actual killer is.However in this film i had no idea who the killer was because he confessed to motives that were never revealed to us.There is nothing remarkable at all about this film and i guess that this would have ended up as the bottom half of a double bill which is where it belonged.