L'assassin court toujours

Perhaps it's in part because the acting is so fine - playing characters we like, yet in a very unsavory situation - this movie stays with me these 20 or so years since I saw it on television.

This is also one of the relatively few movies before the late 1950s that I can recall that really (purport to) go out into the British countryside: The Clouded Yellow is another example - and a similar style of movie to this (and also very good). Aside from these, I can think of only the Scottish scenes in The 39 Steps, I Know Where I'm Going, How Green Was My Valley, The Stars Look Down. (Suddenly in the late 1950s/1960s, British movies exploded out of London and went a-venturing - in such as This Sporting Life, Look Back in Anger, Tunes of Glory, A Kind of Loving, Room at the Top, Billy Liar, Whistle Down the Wind, The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, Becket, The Lion in Winter, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning, Tom Jones, Get Carter, Alfie).

Like The Clouded Yellow, this is the kind of movie patented by Hitchcock - filled with psychological suspense, fast moving plot, attractive actors, physical danger, significant looks, deception.

I've never seen a video or DVD available - but it's definitely worthwhile seeing it if you get the chance (perhaps on television).

This is a well crafted story with many a twist. A lot of b movies were made in this era but would surely have made an excellent main feature with plenty to talk about after. Well worth a watch.

Probably the worst piloted film I've ever seen John mills actions made absolutely no sense

Don't be taken in by the nondescript title, behind it lies a highly offbeat drama adapted from his own novel by the man who collaborated on the screenplay of 'Vertigo'.

When as a teenager I first read the plot précis in Gifford's 'Catalogue of British Films' I watched it wondering if he was kidding. He wasn't, and straight from the spoken credits, immediately followed by a bizarre dream sequence inhabited by people from his waking life we were plunged into a story surprisingly similar to Chabrol's 'La Femme Infidele', which had a similarly perverse but satisfying outcome with the hero, his wife and daughter bonded by the secret they now share.

John Mills plays Mr. Denning, who owns Denning Aircraft. Lately he has been distracted, bad tempered, sleepwalking, and drinking more than usual. He finally tells his wife (Phyllis Calvert) why.

When he went to confront his daughter's ne'er do well boyfriend Medos (Herbert Lom), he punches him - the man crashes his head on the fireplace and dies.

Panicked and afraid for repercussions for his daughter, Denning packs Medos' clothes, throws the body in his car, drives to a secluded location, fakes an accident, and hides the body nearby.

Time passes, but nothing is ever reported about the body. Normally, as it would decompose, this would be a good thing.

Alas, not in the obsessive hands of Denning, who manages, by his interference, to get his daughter's new boyfriend (Sam Wanamaker) involved.

One twist after another. If it had been brilliantly directed, it would have been better. As it was, it still was absorbing and entertaining.

At the end of the film, with the daughter talking so fast, I, who worked as a professional transcriber for years, couldn't understand what she said after repeated listenings. Ditto what she said to her father about Medos. Both of which I wanted to know. Maybe someone can enlighten me.