Three Steps in the Dark

THREE STEPS IN THE DARK is a low budget British mystery film that was presumed lost for years until a copy finally surfaced. It's nowadays readily available on DVD, but was the wait worth it? The answer is a resounding no. Despite being written by the prolific mystery writer Brock Williams and having an Agatha Christie style to it, this is a very dull movie.

It's an entirely predictable reading of the will type murder mystery in which an elderly man invites a number of relatives and associates to his ancestral home before dying as a result of a mysterious gunshot which seems to have come from outside his window. The assembled investigate and try to pinpoint the identity of the murder, but what it all amounts to is a whole lot of nothing. This is the type of film that makes you wait for the ending, only to end on the most ordinary note imaginable, no twists or anything like that. What a letdown!

The film is only really of interest for its supporting cast, a couple of whom appeared in Hammer films. John Van Eysson (Jonathan Harker in Dracula) is present, as is a youthful Sarah Lawson from THE DEVIL RIDES OUT. Watch out for Katie Johnson (THE LADYKILLERS) who has one of the best parts as the delightfully-named maid, Mrs Riddle; it's a shame she didn't have a bigger role. The main actress, Greta Gynt, is very wooden. My favourite performer was Elwyn Brook-Jones (ROGUES YARN) who once again takes what could have been an ordinary role and injects it with character.

Nicholas Hannen is rewriting his will. Then he is murdered, and the new will disappears. Good thing that there's a single family member in the closed room with him when the two shots are fired, and then elderly servant Katie Johnson opens the door and finds them there. Then she drops the tray containing the drinks and crystal. Wait. Two shots?

It's one of those locked room mysteries in which the murder doesn't happen until about a third of the way through it, and there are plenty of motives for killing. Greta Gynt and Hugh Sinclair headline the cast, but this 61-minute programmer doesn't waste any time on character. Still, for a locked-room mystery, it's pretty good.

No prizes for guessing who gets the first couple of shots in this sardonic little murder mystery with Greta Gynt as a glacially glamorous crime novelist in a power suit.

When one of their number gets killed the first concern shown by the next of kin is with the state of his will rather than his health and they continue to eye each other suspiciously exchanging catty remarks until the sudden and violent conclusion after just sixty minutes.

While this is a familiar and formulaic murder-mystery tale (discussion of a Will with all relatives seated around a long table), so too is the easy dismissal of it formulaic - and rather lazy. These are rubber-stamp reviews, rather like "quota-quickie" rubber stamp as if to give something a familiar label is to properly describe it.

Yes one wonders if the studios ever broke the old house dark wood panelled set, it seemed to appear so regularly. Did the elderly butler ever change out of costume, or merely have a cigarette and coffee during the short break between the same role in films from the '30s - '50s? But this is a murder mystery and while the setting was by this time thoroughly hackneyed, there is some intelligence and creativity in the plot. Audiences for this type of film did not come for the cinematography or the exotic locations, they came to follow the plot and see if they could guess who dunnit. Rather than sit at home reading an Agatha Christie, they chose to go out Saturday night and sit in their local cinema watching the same stuff as they read at home. The clues and plot details are what interest them and there are plenty here.

The lovely Greta Gynt is her usual intelligent cool self, displaying this time a pretty full range of emotions. Mrs Lop-Sided from the Lady Killers (Katie Johnson) is her demure self.

But who really did fire the final shot - we don't actual see who did - or who died, or if they died. All we see is a horrified/saddened expression. My money's on Mrs Lop-Sided, after all she dun the East Castle Street job. I'm sticking with Ma.

Dear old Katie Johnson is going to serve the drinks to her master.She puts the tray on the sideboard,goes to open the door and hears two shots.Instead of rushing straight in she picks up the drinks tray enters the room,sees her dead master,screams and drops the drinks tray.Anyway little surprise that Uncle Arnold is bumped off,bearing in mind that he has decided to change his will and gathered all his family to give them the happy news.Everyone seems to have been doing something suspicious so of course they are all suspects.So the police have a lot of detecting to do.There is also a gun room just to make it easier for any potential killer. The end when it comes is over in a flash.Rather a bit anti climactic.