Mark of the Phoenix

Anton Diffring stars in this duff British supporting thriller concerning (guess what!) the smuggling of a cigarette case composed of a secret alloy. Really it's just "The Lavender Hill Mob" without the Eiffel towers or the comedic charm of Ealing. Its produced by "Butcher's Films", Britain's poverty row film production company who turned out many a mediocre b-feature at this time. This particular one was made in 1957, but shelved until 1959 until a suitable main feature was found to go with it. Don't let the rather nudging title fool you because it's not that exciting. These days the Butcher's films occasionally turn up on ITV in the wee small hours as a time filler.

MARK OF THE PHOENIX is a stodgy little effort from the reliably poor Butcher's Film Service. This one tries for a Cold War vibe but ends up being poorly-plotted and rather uninteresting, with long stretches where nothing happens. The cast of rogues are hardly engaging and the storyline, about a new metal alloy which everybody's trying to get their hands on, is particularly dull.

The film features Anton Diffring and Roger Delgado as a couple of detectives on the hunt for a cigarette case, and there are various murders and fights between principal characters along the way. However, the direction is constantly pedestrian - Maclean Rogers did a lot better with some of the Paul Temple films earlier in his career - and the script from CARRY ON writer Norman Hudis fails to find any sympathetic characters in the cast. It's nice to see Diffring and Delgado playing the good guys for a change, but they have very little screen time at the end of the day.

There not being enough maguffins in the world, a Belgian scientist has invented a new one. He is promptly killed, and the maguffin turned into a silver cigarette case. In that form, it simply drops in the hands of Sheldon Lawrence, a perfectly innocent jewel thief who is vacationing in Belgium to offer samples of his handiwork to his fence, who is promptly murdered because he turned the maguffin into the cigarette case.

Lawrence is a good-looking guy who is handy with his fists and promptly wins the heart of Julia Arnall, the fiancee of Eric Pohlmann, who wants the maguffin. Other people who want it are Anton Diffring, apparently the only homicide detective in Belgium, and Bernard Rebel. They run around and make deals with Lawrence, who has already stolen Pohlmann's jewel collection by this point, and take potshots at various people because the maguffin is worth, in the immortal words of Dr. Evil, "One million dollars!" in Berlin.

This being a second feature from Butcher's and directed by the indefatigable Maclean Rogers, it will kill an hour if you're not expecting anything brilliant.

This has a surprisingly decent cast for a cheap and cheerful cold war espionage thriller. A special metal that could change the whole future of warfare is crafted into a cigarette case that accidentally falls into the hands of American jewel thief "Martin" (Sheldon Lawrence). Needless to say, those sinister folks want it back and what ensues over the next hour is a rather feebly constructed drama that rather joins the dots before an ending that offers little by way of suspense or jeopardy. It's quite dialogue heavy too, with little chemistry between Lawrence and the unremarkable Julia Arnell ("Petra") and though it passes the time effortlessly enough, it's all quite forgettable.

I rather lost the rather complicated plot on this one.Maybe it was the unusual sight of Anton Differing playing a good cop.however the first scene rather set my teeth on edge.A scientist is shot in the chest from about 10 feet,the killer places the gun in his hand,and for some strange reason the police assume that he committed suicide.This undermined the whole film for me.From then on the film had so many twists i reminded me of a coiled python.However at no time did it show any sign of life.Lots of location shooting but to no real effect.A really poor effort,and rather a waste of time.The title is rather misleading.