Double Confession

Derek Farr gets off the train at the seaside resort and starts down the cliff, directed by lobsterman Edward Rigby. The next morning, he's wandering around, running into Joan Hopkins, and threatening old friend and local restaurant magnate William Hartnell with telling the police that he killed his wife at that house. Hartnell denies it, but fears the scandal will ruin him and make his wife and two sons miserable. Peter Lorre, whom Hartnell saved from death, and who now is doglike in his devotion, suggests that he will kill Farr for him. Something is worrying Miss Hopkins. Not only is Farr's wife dead, but so is Rigby. Inspector Naunton Wayne has to figure out what happened.

It's always dark days at seaside fun fairs in England, isn't it? It's a black, tangled mare's nest for the characters and audience to puzzle over, and a grand cast of character actors, including Kathleen Harrison, Leslie Dwyer, and Peter Butterworth. Everyone has something to hide, everyone has something to regret, and if this is in no way a fun movie, it certainly is one that holds your attention.

Another from the list The Best British Noirs of All Time that I wasn't crazy about.

Derek Farr stars as a man, Medway, who travels to see his wife who is staying in a place called The White Cottage.

When he arrives, he sees a man leaving, so he hides. The next day she is found dead, as is another man.

Farr visits his wife's lover (William Hartnell) and informs him that he, Medway, killed his wife but plans to tell the police that he did it.

Peter Lorre plays Hartnell's sidekick, who will do anything to help his boss.

To be honest I lost interest. And I admit I became a little confused.

There are better lists than the one I have used to watch these films. Disappointing.

Ken Annakin's "Double Confession" is an offbeat, extremely well-done suspense movie, fortunately revived almost 75 years later via YouTube.

Set at a seaside resort where day-trippers enjoy themselves, it is far from the film noir genre, though would-be film buffs have lumped every post-war crime movie artificially into that artificial niche as a marketing hook. Derek Farr is wonderful in his low-key, wholesome acting as the antihero one is inclined to root for. Joan Hopkins is a winning presence opposite him as an unwed mother who provides the movie with warmth, while local superstar Kathleen Harrison intermittently provides needed comic relief in her slapstick fashion.

On the villains side, William Hartnell is very subtle in creating a bad guy who seems so civilized yet is hateful, while loose cannon Peter Lorre is more than a scene stealer in his effortless creation of a perverted henchman. Best of all, the all-time great cameraman Geoffey Unsworth, early in his distinguished career, offers truly atmospheric location photography.

This one started with such promise. A man is walking along a crude path from a hilltop to the beach. He is encountered by an old salt who warns him about the dangerous path. He comes to a cottage, but when he hears the door opening he hides, the man leaving the house looks around, has as a smoke, and goes up the path to the top of the hill. When he is out of sight a man's scream rings out. What a great and mysterious set up. Don't get your hopes up, because it is all downhill or treading water from there.

So the next setting is daylight in a beachside amusement park. The man who was hiding in the bushes is asking for a job, (Derek Farr as Jim Medway), but he seems more like he is pumping his old acquaintance for information about two murders the night before. What follows is Medway going to businessman William Hartnell, telling him that he killed his wife (she was the one Medway was going to see at the cottage), but he will tell the police that Hartnell did it because he knows Hartnell was having an affair with his wife. There were plenty of reasons for Hartnell to kill her - Hartnell is married, he didn't want the affair exposed, etc. And Hartnell WAS there. He was the guy leaving the house as Medway approached. Then Medway does what anybody does who threatens a man with lots of power who isn't afraid of violence. He spends a day frolicking at the beach! There is so much going on here it really blunts the power of the story because it has nothing to do with the story and just looks weird in a noir. Medway meets up with a girl who has her own problems - completely non criminal ones. Then there is Hartnell, who to be such a big powerful man of action, really does nothing but pace back and forth in his big office smoking heavily. Peter Lorre is Hartnell's friend who offers to kill Medway and make it look like an accident, and their relationship seems odd. Lorre acts like he looks forward to killing....ANYBODY! And he hovers over Hartnell like he is a little bit in love with him and the sentiment seems to be returned.

The last fifteen minutes or so make it almost worth it, but in the meantime you'll just be asking yourself "Where IS this thing going?".

This is quite a decent, complex, little British crime drama with Derek Farr as "Jim Medway" who turns up at an English seaside resort whereupon, shortly afterwards, his wife is found murdered in the "White Cottage". The police investigation is soon focussed on him, so he tries to fit up local bigwig "Charlie Durham" (William Hartnell) with whom he has certain history, and finds he has bitten off a bit more than he was expecting to chew. It's a superior first effort from Ken Annakin that capitalises on the quirky novel from John Garden and some solid performances on screen - including an on-form Peter Lorre as Hartnell's slightly bonkers sidekick and local journo "Hilary Boscombe" (Ronald Howard) that keeps the pot boiling well for 80 minutes. Rarely seen nowadays, but worth a watch if you like your mysteries with a little more meat on the bone.