Non-Stop New York

Robert Stevenson (1905-1986) was a superb British director, but his name is not widely enough recognised. He is probably most famous for JANE EYRE (1944) with Orson Welles and TOM BROWN'S SCHOOLDAYS (1940). Less well known are his excellent DISHONORED LADY (1947, see my review), and his truly magnificent OWD BOB (1938, see my review), which he made the year after this. In this year, he also made KING SOLOMON'S MINES with Anna Lee, who stars once again in this film of his. This really is a most fascinating film, because of the spectacular second half which takes place on a trans-Atlantic Clipper seaplane, the interior of which resembles that of a zeppelin, on multiple levels with individual sleeping compartments, bar and restaurant. It even has a little balcony where people stand outside to take the air and look down upon the ships which are not far below them. Francis L. Sullivan here gives one of his finest performances as the oiliest and least scrupulous of villains, truly hair-raising in his wickedness. Anna Lee is a typical 1930s English 'sweetie', but with more fibre and character than is usual for that time, and she handles the part of the courageous accidental heroine very well. She is determined to save the wrong man from being executed in America for a crime he did not commit. Anna stows away on the Clipper to get back to America to give her evidence, which Scotland Yard had refused to take seriously. This is very much a Hitchcock-style suspense thriller, and makes excellent viewing. It deserves to be more widely known, as it is certainly a British pre-War classic. If Britain had as many film buffs as there are in America, where almost any trivial B or C movie can achieve fame nowadays, films like this would be familiar and praised, rather than obscure and forgotten. But the British are lazy about their cinematic heritage, and films like this are never shown on British television, so no one even knows they exist. In this film, the child actor Desmond Tester is most amusing as an eccentric child musical prodigy who becomes entangled in the murderous intrigues going on aboard the Clipper plane. If only British films still produced wonderfully strange character actors like that! It was also amusing to see a young Peter Bull scowling with his heavy jowls as a blackmailer in this film. In real life, he was actually rather jolly, although extraordinarily bombastic and often too loud, and he was always available for a chat when he ran his astrological shop in Notting Hill Gate in the 1960s and 1970s.

"Non-Stop New York" is a delightful film from 1937 starring Anna Lee, John Loder, and Francis L. Sullivan.

Anna Lee (Lila Quartermaine on General Hospital) is pretty Jenny Carr, a young British actress in New York City with a flop play. So soon, she'll be on her way back to London. She meets a man who sees she's hungry and offers to buy her a meal.

That man is later murdered, and a bum is arrested. He is due to be executed in a matter of days. He says that an English girl knows he didn't do it, but no one can find her. She's already home. Once she sees a headline that she's being searched for, she realizes she has to get back to the US immediately. She and her mother find a plane that goes London to NY in 18 hours, and her mother pretends to be drowning while Jenny boards the plane.

Little does Jenny know but the real killers are out to stop her.

This plane is something to behold. It's a clipper, and apparently this type of plane did exist. Wish it still did. The inside is more like a train, with sleeping compartments, dining room, and one can step out onto a terrace like thing outside the plane. It also flies rather low. Totally amazing.

Francis L. Sullivan is excellent as the slimy gang head who wears different disguises in his quest to get rid of Jenny. Apparently - could this be true - he was 35 years old when he did this. If you'd told me he was 65 I would have believed you.

John Loder, who was married at one time to Hedy Lamarr, is the handsome investigator who really doesn't believe Jenny.

This film is available on youtube. Try and see it - it's very enjoyable.

I first heard of Non-stop New York while browsing, of all things, the Aurum Encyclopaedia of Science Fiction films. The only reason that this film was included in that book was because it is 'futuristic' by 3 years; it was made in 1937 while the main action takes place in 1940. One interesting point is that the filmmakers did not know that WW2 had started by then and so there is no mention of it.

For some reason, the film is very obscure, only 39 viewers (including me) having voted for it on IMDb at the time of this writing. But is a fast moving little thriller full of incisive British wit. The film is so quintessentially British that one cannot help but notice that even the 'Americans' are local actors wincing with their attempts at transatlantic accents. But for this one minor flaw, the film is thoroughly enjoyable with perfect casting and good, if lightweight performances. An added bonus, certainly from my own perspective, is that most of the action takes place on board a Transatlantic Clipper, one of those seaplanes that were so glamorous in the 1930s. A definite Collector's item and I am the proud owner of a good quality VHS tape.

In NYC, struggling actress Jennie Carr (Anna Lee) finds herself in the middle of a murder mystery, with her own life in imminent danger. After fleeing to London, and getting little help from Scotland Yard, Jennie stows away on the transatlantic mega-plane of the title.

The NON-STOP NEW YORK is a sort of luxury liner in the sky. It gets very interesting when both the killers and a Scotland Yard Inspector happen to be aboard for the flight.

Packed with intrigue, thrills, and humor, this movie deserves to be rediscovered...

Well this was surprising little treat - a light-hearted '30s crime thriller with an appealing lead, a fun cast of supporting characters, a snappy pace, and a delightfully absurd second half that takes place on a rather fanciful mode of transport.

The film opens in New York on New Year's Eve, with penniless, out-of-work English showgirl Jennie Carr (winsome blonde Anna Lee) meeting lawyer Billy Cooper (James Pirrie) in a café, and accepting an invitation for dinner at his apartment. The evening doesn't go as planned, however, when criminal Hugo Brant (Francis L. Sullivan) turns up, forcefully ejects Jennie (chicken leg in hand), and then shoots Cooper for refusing to work for him any longer. Blissfully unaware of the murder, Jennie returns to England, where she is arrested on a trumped up charge of robbery.

When Jennie is released from prison, she reads about Cooper's murder in the paper, and discovers that a vagrant called Henry Abel has been wrongly convicted of the killing and faces the death penalty. Jennie tries to tell the authorities about the men who confronted Cooper in his apartment, but Brant (now in England) ensures that no-one believes her story. Desperate to save Abel's life, Jennie stows on board the Airline, a flying boat destined for New York.

Up to this point, the film has been fun, but nothing particularly special; however, when the Airline takes off, so does the film, Jennie's journey being hugely entertaining from start to finish, with a wonderfully eclectic selection of co-passengers adding to the enjoyment: London police inspector Jim Grant, con-artist Sam Pryor (Frank Cellier), young violin prodigy Arnold James (Desmond Tester) and his aunt veronica (Athene Seyler), and, of course, the wicked Brant, who will do anything to stop Jennie from testifying. The plane itself is also a major character: a massive double decker craft complete with dining room, bar, luxurious cabins, and - best of all - a balcony from which passengers can observe ships passing below!

Duplicitous Sam's plan to blackmail Brant involves plucky young Arnold getting in over his head, lucky Jim becomes romantically involved with Jennie, and Brant leaves the plane mid-flight courtesy of Aunt Veronica's parachute, the fiend having killed the pilot. In the film's incredible climax, heroic Jim Grant has to climb over the top of the plane's exterior as it plunges towards the ocean, a wonderfully bonkers moment that really has to be seen to be believed.