Clash by Night

Recorded this from Talking Pictures channel. Interesting for the ensemble of familiar sixties actors. Harry Fowler (Army Game), Terence Longden (Garry Halliday), Jennifer Jayne (William Tell), Alan Wheatley (Robin Hood), Vanda Godsell (The Newcomers). It was an interesting enough story, but, Terence Longden and Harry Fowler apart, generally the acting was all a bit hammy. Interesting that an integral part of the plot was not actually shown on screen.

'Clash by Night' aka 'Escape by Night' (1964) is some terrifically thrilling, nerve-drilling, pulse-hijacking, hard-hitting Brit-crime celluloid from the 1960s! This boisterous, roustabout B-movie features a VERY unusually sinister performance by Peter Sallis as backward child killer Victor Lush! One of the best creepy-claustrophobic crims locked in a petrol-soaked barn on Bonfire night crime thrillers I've ever seen!! And, cor blimey, mayte! If it don' 'ave quite the most incendiary finale, guv'! And once again the ubiquitous Harry Fowler woz on spiv-tastic form! 'Escape by Night' gotta liver-lashing kick on it like a generously gelignited Gin-spritzer!!!! Strike a light, mayte!!! You'll be awlright wiv the high-octane 'Escape by Night'.

Other reviewers on this page have pointed out the glaring implausibility of the plot's central planks but that aside, the script, even allowing for the strictures of the period, is laughably bad. Compare The League of Gentlemen from 3 years earlier - another plot bringing together a group of ne'er-do-wells - with Bryan Forbes' clever, arch script nudging knowingly against the limits set by the mores of the time. That's how it could be done. Meanwhile, in Clash By Night: 'I shan't tell you again' is the stern admonishment of a prison officer to one of his charges who is talking too much on the bus. And 'They must be very proud of you' one of the prisoners tells the other prison officer, with no trace of irony, on hearing he lives at home with mum and dad, as they sit having a bit of a chat a few feet from the murdered corpse of his colleague and with the very real prospect of death by immolation hanging over them. I think most of us allow a bit of leeway when watching films from earlier eras, they can be interesting for all sorts of reasons but, frankly, this is dreadful.

I think this might have done better had Monty Tully searched a bit harder for a more charismatic leading man. As it is, we are saddled with the rather unremarkable Terence Landon in the lead role. He is a member of a group who ambush a bus carrying one of their leader "Bart" (Tom Bowman), and proceed to lock the remaining passengers and the prison officers in a barn that they claim is soaked with paraffin. They will escape, leaving their captives inside and woe betides if they try to escape. Meantime, the police find the corpse of someone who ought to already be in jail and after a quick investigation realise that the bus didn't make to to it's destination. Now they have to trace it before a conflagration consumes everyone - it's Guy Fawkes' night! The plot tries to juggle the police activities with the increasingly melodramatic behaviour inside the barn (prisoners who have been harshly treated, hard done by, etc.), and in the muddle we end up with quite a lot of dialogue and not a lot of jeopardy as the story really does follow well trammelled lines. To be fair, the supporting cast of reliable British faces add some quirkiness and character to the thing, and Jennifer Jayne ("Nita") does all that is required of her (not very much) but this is still just a routine afternoon B-filler that passes seventy-five minutes but is a film that you will never remember.

Arthur Lovegrove has had a typically bad night betting on the dogs. A gentleman buys him a couple of drinks, and suggests he might make a few extra dollars; he drives the bus carrying prisoners to prison. Later, we see them and their warders -- one of whom has been killed -- taken to a barn. The place is loaded with paraffin, and should any try to escape, it will be lit. Several of them find an escape hatch, and we learn about them, and why they are there, as the police try to figure out where they are.

Some are there for good reason, like Harry Fowler, a career thief; he bonds with Terence Longden, who killed in hand-to-hand struggle a man trying to rape his wife. Then there's Peter Sallis as a slow-witted crazy man, in a role far from his usual acting jobs.

It's handled nicely by director Montgomery Tully, with some nicely drawn characters. Cameraman Geoffrey Faithfull, whose career as a cinematographer stretched almost 60 years gets to handle a nice final night scene.