Reo y verdugo

When the story begins, the executioner at a British prison refuses to carry out the sentence on a main awaiting his maker. To explain why, he describes a series events which make up the rest of the film.

It seems that Eddie (Eric Portman) has just inherited a barge business from his estranged father. A bit later, he meets and falls in love with Frankie (Ann Todd) and they soon marry. However, one of Eddie's employees, Olaf (Maxwell Reed), is a creepy guy who has designs on Frankie....and wherever Eddie goes out of town on business, Olaf shows up and creeps out Frankie. Eventually, he ends up attacking her. Eddie finds out but assumes she was Olaf's lover and a huge fight breaks out. What happens next...well...see the film for yourself.

While this is generally a very good film, I wish that the characters hadn't hemmed and hawed about Olaf. Frankie keeps telling her husband not to go away on business and that she doesn't like Olaf...but no more. And, oddly, Eddie doesn't even ask WHY! These seem a bit odd. Now I am not saying it's a bad film....but odd in how it handles this situation. And no, I am not victim blaming....just that the folks' actions seemed odd.

Overall, a very sad film. Well made, generally, but a real downer in most every way.

The acting in this film noir is mostly wooden - Ann Todd apart. The best parts were probably left on the cutting room floor,courtesy of the censor. What's left is just the husk of a compelling story from Monckton Hoffe. The fight scene was atrocious and unconvincing, but the film is saved from itself because of the eeriness of the rain-soaked scenes, presumably shot at Hammersmith near the Riverside Studios. Shots of the Palais De Danse and the Rialto seem to give credence to this assertion. Bill Owen is his usual matter-of-fact self, and ends this sad story. The sound quality has suffered over the years - the opening music especially. All the criticism apart, the life on-board a barge and views of Gravesend riverfront before demolition to make way for soulless housing development are good reasons to buy the DVD (if you can find one)- and keep a strong drink handy for the ending. You have been warned.

I happened across this film on TV years ago (when they used to show decent, obscure old movies) and I remember while I was watching, I spent most of my time wondering if it was brilliant or if it was terrible - or what was it really all about. There seemed to be a lot unsaid (possibly/ likely due to censorship, as others here have said), but this added to its appeal too, maybe - it left much to the viewer's imagination and this only improved the movie. I will have to see it again. I'd LIKE to see it again. But where? There should be an option on imdb that shows if a movie is available on streaming/ cinema/ tv - and if not, to notify someone when it comes up. I'd add this one. My rating (7/10) is possibly unfair in either direction and likely to change after I see it again, but the fact that it stayed in my mind for over 20 years alone deserves a number of stars.

I reckon this has to be the best outing for Ann Todd ("Frankie") that I've seen. Here she plays the girlfriend of Eric Portman ("Eddie") who is really a hangman, but who doesn't want her to know so pretends to be a salesman to explain his frequent, and often overnight, absences from their home on a barge he has inherited. It's during one of those absences that she finds herself the focus of the unwarranted attentions of the rather uncouth "Olaf" (Maxwell Reed) and... Compton Bennett has created a clever piece of cinema here; we are given much of the bones of the story but have to come to a few of our own conclusions as tragedy ensues. According to the BBFC, the film wasn't cut at the time but it doesn't look like it - there are gaps that sort of make sense, but there are quite a few that clearly don't and that disjoints the narrative and occasionally spoils what is otherwise a complex tale. Well worth a gander.

An extraordinary, bizarrely cast melodrama which not surprisingly encountered censorship problems at the time.

Reminiscent of prewar French cinema but perfectly capturing the morose mood of a postwar Britain in which barrel organs were still heard in the street, Battersea power station still belched smoke and murderers were still woken at eight for their date with the hangman. Eric Portman was still young and dashing enough to play one of his flawed leads, waifs didn't come more chic than Anne Todd, and bad boys more saturnine than Maxwell Reed in the equivalent to the role played by Dan Duryrea in 'Scarlet Street'.