Smokescreen

The biggest shame about Jim O'Connelly's quirky low-budget British post-noir SMOKESCREEN is that it was a film instead of a television series since Peter Vaughan's perpetually cautious and stingy insurance adjuster Roper had so many more adventures in him....

His particular case involves what the audience and a young couple witness from the very beginning: a burning car driving off a cliff, and we never see a driver, which is what Roper searches for throughout the hour-long programmer, going from one person to the next in the usual investigative fashion...

What makes SMOKESCREEN so fun and involving are not only the oddballs he comes across, but how Vaughan's own eccentric character reacts to each, especially an equally chintzy doctor and bribing railroad worker...

And then the supposed dead man's wife played by CURSE OF THE WEREWOLF ingenue Yvonne Romain, who Roper's handsome sidekick (John Carson) is smitten with... You'll be glad they keep having to return to her.

Vaughan would later play big, strong, intimidating monsters of men, like in Sam Peckinpah's STRAW DOGS as the leader of a gang of low-rent Brits bullying Dustin Hoffman, and even an actual ogre in TIME BANDITS, which is why it's fun seeing him jauntily making his way through East Essex with an umbrella and the countenance of an awkward, uptight accountant who never threw a punch...

Which is an important Noir-gumshoe element since anything can derive from the woodwork, and a great cinematic investigator is usually the most vulnerable to unseen/unknown elements: only there aren't any deadly thugs lurking through darkened alleys... And yet the eclectic day-lit obstacles can be equally complicated, and just as intriguing, along with a grand sense of the traditional Whodunit.

Vaughan's Roper, much like Peter Falk as COLUMBO the following decade, has a way of coaxing information that only a cerebral manipulator can muster... and can you imagine if COLUMBO had only one movie instead of an entire series? Well in this case, we have to.

A gently, wryly humorous fairly engrossing who-done-what lacking top names but packed with familiar and able players who'd supported many a British classic. Sam Kydd - was there a British post-war film without him as able seaman, workman, stuttering gang-member or as here,once again, a waiter? Derek Guyler in a neat cameo reminding us of a time before "have-nice-day" came to these shores. Typecast they might have been but familiar because they were the best of their type. I didn't then know the name of Penny Morell but certainly recognised a top performance as the very obliging but drunken secretary. Budget production it might have been but one gets the impression of an esprit de corps of director, cast and crew of professionals working for beer-money but rightly proud nevertheless.

A flaming car goes over the cliff near Brighton to land in the water hundreds of feet below. There's an insurance policy to be paid out, a bright new one just taken out, for a hundred thousand pounds, so his suspicious boss sends insurance investigator Peter Vaughan to poke around. There's no clear motive for what happened, since business was good and so was his marriage to beautiful, rich Yvonne Romaine, but it's clear that the driver faked his death to clear out.His boss, however, insists on a motive..... and that leads to some interesting insights.

Vaughan offers a delightful performance of a cartoonish-looking man in homburg and black umbrella, a skinflint as interested in cheating his insurance company out of shillings as of saving them from a false claim for a hundred thousand pounds..... even as they put him up at the most expensive hotel in Brighton while he investigates. He looks terrified trying to get information out of man-hungry Penny Morrell by getting her squiffed, and the question of who did what and why is brilliantly hidden under a trail of red herrings.

Vaughan is probably best known these days for his role on GAME OF THRONES. His role was probably written out when he fell ill and died in 2016 at the age of 93.

Made on a zero budget as a programme filler in the mid-Sixties. Don't let this put you off. Worth watching for the quirky, amusing script and the central performance from the always excellent Peter Vaughan. The murder mystery isn't perhaps up to Agatha Christie's standard, but the idea of insurance investigator as detective is a fairly novel one. (OK so they did it in 'Double Indemnity') Also a decent document of Britain in the early sixties.

A modest, but quietly effective story of an insurance assessor (the ever reliable Peter Vaughn) investigating a possibly suspicious claim following the plunging of a car over a Brighton clifftop. Vaughn is first class as the dogged, brolly-carrying Roper, on screen virtually throughout, as he questions everything and trusts no-one. It has the feel of a police procedural, and there is some wry humour derived from his reluctance to spend money, and to fiddle his expenses at every opportunity, for the best of reasons, we discover. A stalwart supporting cast keep things real, and there are nice location shots. Worth an hour of anyone's time.