Account Rendered

This film was shot around Hampstead Heath.There is a glimpse of Hampstead police station.The film works as a whodunit because nearly everyone seems to have a motive to kill the victim.Though it has to be said that Griffith Jones is quids in.Losing a hated wife and gaining the delectable Honor Blackman who would go on to far better films than this.

When a wealthy woman with a closet full of skeletons is murdered, there are no shortage of suspects. From a jealous husband to secret lovers, Lucille Ainsworth's death leaves the police with several paths they'll need to go down to find the killer.

Overall, Account Rendered is a decent little British mystery, but doesn't have enough gong for it to call it much more than average. While several plot twists work quite well, there are instances where the film can get a bit dull. It's all filmed in a matter-of-fact style that, while efficient, doesn't allow for much story or character development. It may have been a product of the film's age or the transfer I watched, but it's not a very good looking movie either. Drab would be the word I'd use to describe it. The movie was released in 1957 , but it looks more like 1937. Finally, Account Rendered ends with a satisfactory conclusion, which is always nice in a mystery.

Just as I described the film, I'd also call the film's group of unknown actors (well, unknown to me) "efficient". The only real name in the cast is Honor Blackman. She does fine in a small role. The standout performance is Ewen Solon as Inspector Marshall. He easily brings the most life to the proceedings.

5/10.

A cheating wife gets killed on the moors, and police find that everyone had a motive for the murder. It's a dark little mystery with well-etched characters and plenty of twist and turns to keep you guessing who the murderer is. The set up, the motives of each suspect is well-drawn, guaranteeing suspense. It's a tad melodramatic, but well-made, well-acted and absorbing.

Ursula Howells, wife of merchant banker Griffith Jones, exchanges catty remarks with Honor Blackman at a party, goes to her lover, painter John van Eyssen, to see the painting of herself she is giving to her husband on his birthday, leaves abruptly to go to Hampstead Heath. When there, she screams at the camera and soon the police are investigating her murder. There are half a dozen fine candidates in this mystery.

This 58-minute B movie is directed at such a breakneck speed by Peter Graham Scott that there is no wasted time. There's also nothing in terms of grace notes, rendering the skilled players almost superfluous. True, Harry Ross, who turns up late, gets some humor out of his three-minute turn, but that's about the limit of it.

On the other hand, the movie does play fair enough with the rules of writing a mystery; I thought I had spotted the murderer early based on structure, but turned out to be wrong. As a result, if you enjoy a mystery without much in the way of frills, this is for you. Me, I want more.

This is a brilliant thriller on a small scale, the restricted format of less than 80 minutes comprising a considerable mess of intrigues, as this wife already from the beginning shamelessly confesses to her infidelity, while her husband receives an alarming note which we are never initiated in, there is a reckless artist involved also who gets mixed up in some fights, and there is extortion and embezzlement, all in a wonderful complex of a mystery where everyone could be guilty wile they all are proved innocent by alibis. Honor Blackman is the leading actress here, not far from a Lizabeth Scott character, while the fast action makes it difficult for all the men involved to catch on, but it all makes sense in the end with great satisfaction to the audience after a Hitchcockian train finale.