Emergency Call

It's quite tough to be objective about this - it is a well made feel-good film with a worthy cause and sterling efforts from all concerned as they try to track down a blood donor who can save the life of a desperately ill child. Simultaneously, the police - Jack Warner and Bruce Seton - are on the trail of a dodgy boxing promoter who is trying to manipulate the career of "Tim Mahoney" (former World Light Heavyweight Champ Freddie Mills) and also of some other recalcitrant miscreants. It's got the smallest of budgets, but a surprisingly solid cast of British stalwarts from Dandy Nicholls and Anthony Steel - the well meaning doctor - to Sid James, Thora Hird and Eric Pohlmann and they all combine to make this a perfectly watchable tug at the heart strings mixed in with the usual detective yarn. If you come across it, then you ought to spare it 90 minutes - you'll feel better afterwards.

Portmanteau story regarding plight of a critically ill child, stricken with Leukaemia. She has but days to live, she needs a blood transfusion for 3 pints of blood, but needs this within days or she will die. The race is on to find suitable donors - complicated by her extremely rare blood group.

The caring doctor teams up with a wily Scotland Yard detective, and they meet various sections of society in the hunt for their men.

Notable for an appearance by former World Light-Heavyweight Boxing Champion - Freddie Mills.

A stock black and white "B-movie", with some interesting twists and turns before we reach the climax.

Lewis Gilbert was a good professional director, and this film is as equally well made as the others. The story is supposedly about saving the life of a child who has a blood disease and needs three donors with a rare blood type to save her, but the script is more thriller than life saving.. No spoilers but the film is very sensationalist, involving a boxing ring, plus the hunt for a murderer. It has dated and yet accurate about a very prejudiced era of British history. I am not nostalgic about those times, but the cast act well. Cameos from Vida Hope and several others stand out, and Jack Warner plays yet again a policeman.

Joy Shelton brings her young daughter, Jennifer Tafler, to the hospital. The child is dying of a rare form of leukemia. She needs a complete transfusion or she will die in barely more than four days. Unfortunately, she has an even rarer blood type. There are only three people in Britain who have the same blood type. One is Freddie Mills, a has-been boxer who disappeared after his manager, Sid James, told him to take a dive. The second is Earl Cameron (still alive in his 102nd year as I write this), a seaman who refuses to give his blood. The third is Geoffrey Hibbert, wanted for murder and in hiding. Jack Warner is the Scotland Yard inspector leading the search. He says it's a nice change from his usual murder beat.

It's a well-made movie, with the professionals all doing their jobs calmly, and the laity showing flares of temperament as Miss Tafler, whose father, Sydney Tafler, has a sizable role, sinks towards death. There is mordant humor to take the audience's mind off the impending tragedy: Henry Hewitt, whose wife is identified as one of the possible donors; he does not realize she is dead. Eric Pohlman and Thora Hird are on hand, welcome faces in this drama. Sometimes the police are trying to help the living..... something the gangsters and fishwives (Miss Hird runs a chippie!) don't always recognize.

You can't get much closer to reality than in describing and recounting the circumstances and very critical instances in the emergency of having a very short time to save a child's life with the rarest possible blood group, for which three donors are needed, and the difficulties in getting them in time are constantly towering here, even mounting to criminal complications and crooked business in the field of boxing. The realism is total, the film is aptly scripted with impressing accuracy from both the views of the hospital and Scotland Yard, and the human destinies involved are gripping, especially the last one, a compromised case of innocence. The acting is equally superb, no one is overacting, everyone is natural and neutral, and they are all on equal footing. There are many films like this from England around these years, and they are generally all reliable and impeccably realistic, like Italian neorealism, no matter how prominent actors are in them. This is better and more exciting than most thrillers, and yet it is all fictional, but the reality is too convincing not to raise a certainty with the viewer that it must all be taken more or less directly from reality.