The Flanagan Boy

Bad blonde, but called the flanagan boy in england. The trivia section calls this the british version of postman rings twice. In this one, a boxer making a comeback makes a play for lorna, his manager's wife. And that can't end well. Lots of ups and downs for johnny, depending on how lorna treats him that week. Now, lorna wants johnny to bump off hubby, but will he go along with that? Big decisions to be made. It's okay. Some fun twists and turns. The background music is all very typical, off the shelf dramatic, suspense type music. Directed by reginald le borg. I had seen a couple of his other films, and wasn't too impressed with either of them. This one has a bigger budget than those! It's predictable, but not so bad. Boxer films were big in the 50s.

In 1950, American producer Robert Lippert formed a business alliance with Hammer studios. Under the agreement, Lippert would provide American acting talent - frequently shop-worn stars or just supporting actors who fancied a profitable trip out of the country - while Hammer would supply the rest of the cast and the production facilities. Together they would split the profits. Famous for his concern with the bottom line, Lippert produced over 140 films between 1946 and 1955, characteristically genre pieces such as I Shot Jesse James or Rocketship XM. For the British deal, most of the films were noir-ish thrillers - and include this title.

Directed by American B-meister Reginald La Borg, The Flanagan Boy is a hugely enjoyable tale of a young boxer whose career is destroyed by the blonde of the US title, the aptly cast Barbara Peyton. Peyton, whose short career was marred by disastrous excesses and liaisons in her private life, is marvellous as the scheming fatale Lorna Vechi, whose marriage to a doting boxing manager is a sham, and whose sexual predations draw in most men around her. Surprisingly explicit in showing female desire (at one point Lorna licks her lips in close up as she eyes the torso of the well formed fighter, standing all self- conscious and sweaty after a bout), as others have noticed this is a film that recalls the similar shenanigans of The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946). Sid James makes an appearance as the original manager of the doomed boxer, and it's a film that still bears up well.

I see many compared this to the Postman Always Rings Twice. I just found it a typical beautiful wife encouraging a young lover to kill her husband. You can compare it to lots of films.

Bad Blonde stars the real thing, Barbara Payton, as the young woman who is married to Giuseppe (Frederick Valt), a fight promoter and businessman.

When she meets his latest find (Tony Wright) there is an instant attraction, disguised as hostility. It then goes the ordinary route. Wright doesn't put up much resistance.

Barbara Payton had one look - bored out of her mind - throughout the film. She was extremely beautiful and desirable - desirable enough for Tom Neal to beat Franchot Tone into a coma.

Payton's best film was at the start of her career, and it was downhill from there.

She wound up an alcoholic prostitute. When offered rehab, she said, "I'd rather drink or die." At age 39, she managed to do both.

As part of an arrangement with American producer Robert Lippert, Britains' legendary Hammer Studios (known at this time as Exclusive) knocked out a bunch of low-budget features which included film noir stories such as this one. Directed by horror genre specialist Reginald Le Borg ("Calling Dr. Death", "The Mummy's Ghost", "The Black Sleep"), it tells a comfortably familiar tale. The beefy Tony Wright plays Johnny Flanagan, an up-and-coming boxer taken under the wing of trainer Sharkey (Sidney James) and flamboyant old Italian promoter Giuseppe Vecchi (Frederick Valk). Then the promoters' sultry wife Lorna (Barbara Payton) sinks her hooks into Johnny, trying to inspire him to bump off Giuseppe.

"The Flanagan Boy", a.k.a. "Bad Blonde", is no great example of the film noir genre, but it does include a number of its standard elements in respectable fashion. Johnny is a classic "poor sap" who suffers tremendous guilt, but who still feels overwhelmed by the advances of this sexy siren. Star attraction Payton *is* a perfect example of the "femme fatale" archetype: conniving, self-serving, manipulative. This is a solid vehicle for her talents, at the least. Her entrance is memorable, as we and the camera ogle her legs when Wright catches sight of her in Valks' home. James (in a largely serious performance), John Slater (as the amiable Charlie), and an unbilled George Woodbridge (as the police inspector) offer excellent support. Valks' performance tends to be a little much at times, but one certainly can't accuse the actor of phoning it in.

A worthy viewing for aficionados of Hammer and the noir genre in general. Future top Hammer screenwriter Jimmy Sangster was the assistant director here.

Seven out of 10.

The plot is not that interesting but not that lousy either. And it is from Reginald LeBorg, a B pictures film maker whose stuff is always worth seeking, except some Joe Palooka gentle junk, trash. So this scheme of a young prize fighter in love with a blonde femme fatale can be annoying because so many times evoked in the past in many movies, but it' is not a good reason to avoid this rare gem because the story is riveting, tough, you don't wish to stop the viewing. And acting is pretty good for this low budget material. This definitely a noir drama which seemed to have been inspired by a James Hadley Chase's novel.