Danger by My Side

The tone of this Butchers crime film (made in the days when quota quickie veterans like John Stuart and Wally Patch still adorned the supporting cast) is set by the title sequence featuring the title song delivered by a brassy blonde as we enter a world of criminality and strip clubs infiltrated by an intrepid young female.

The most dramatic moment occurs unintentionally about fifteen minutes in when heroine Maureen Connell gasps and glances to the side in an obviously unscripted moment preserved for posterity since director Charles Saunders evidently didn't feel the need for a retake.

An implausible story line, but I enjoyed watching this for the 1960s vibe. Interesting shots of 1960s interiors and a trendy coffee bar. It was bang on for Profumo affair background: voluptuous beauties in naughty outfits partially disrobing with laughably artistic pretensions. I imagine this was the clubland inhabited by Mandy Rice Davies and Christine Keeler.

Caught this on Talking Pictures. A truly ludicrous and comedic plot, where a member of the public does all the police work for them, by going undercover in a gangs operation/nightclub.

Whilst maintaining phone contact with the police, obviously back then the police had a very laissez-faire attitude to undercover work carried out by the public.

One of the truly memorable quotes in the police/undercover phone conversations : "you're not old enough to be my father" "cheeky, I'll put over my knee and spank your bottom"

When her brother, an undercover policeman, gets run down by a car, his sister, Maureen Connell, wants justice. Detective Inspector Anthony Oliver says there are no leads, so Miss Connell offers to investigate on her own. Oliver takes her up, with the understanding she'll report any leads to him. She quickly discovers that everything points to a night club run by the usual villains.

It's a cheap second feature that doesn't run a full hour, and director Charles Saunders can't bring much to it. He had had a good career, first as an editor, then as a director since 1943, where he proved himself capable of turning out good programmers, but this was his last credit; retired from the movies and television at age 58, although he lived to be 92.

This being the 1960s, the lingering remnants of the censor and film noir appear with a couple of strippers at the club who never show anything strategic.

When her undercover police officer brother is killed in an hit-and-run, "Lynne" (a competent Maureen Connell) is convinced that the job he was on is the cause and so sets about an investigation, in cahoots with "Insp. Willoughby" (Anthony Oliver) of her own. Quickly, she is embroiled with nightclub owner "Venning" (Alan Tilvern) discovering that he presides over a gang of petty thieves - but nothing to connect him with her brother. Until, that is - well it all centres around trips to Europe and diamonds. There's nothing particularly original here, but the absence of a star leaves for a consistency of rep-style performances that keeps the story fairly taut and watchable. I didn't love the conclusion - all a bit rushed, but as these hour long afternoon filler-features go, this is quickly paced and competently presented. Nope, you'll never remember it, but it's worth watch.