Green for Danger

This film opens with this line and is one of the greatest opening hooks I've heard in film. These words are spoken as anonymous hands are clanging away on a typewriter. And so begins "Green for Danger".

This is a great, quirky British mystery drama that I found quite entertaining. At times it's tense and scary, then its humorous - and then its almost noir. I found this kept the film interesting and the pace was quite energetic. I will say the beginning is a little slow to start after the great opening hook. It starts out looking like it will be just another doctor/nurse soap opera. But hang with it and it gets rolling.

I found the black and white cinematography to be quite accomplished and loved its great use of architectural shapes, shadows, and the mix of light and dark.

Alastair Sim as The Inspector was great. He has an unusual mug of a face and bulging eyes. He's tall and somewhat clumsy. And more than a little goofy. He makes quite effective use of sarcasm. I loved his line when he said "My presence lay over the hospital like a pall."

It was interesting to see some of the old hospital equipment. I noticed there was a coin meter for gas utilities in the kitchen - never saw one before. My only complaint during the film was having difficulty following some of the clipped British accents.

There is a nice twist at the end. The hapless inspector solves the crime, but causes harm in so doing. There is a clever closing line back on the typewriter - " I offer my resignation, in the confident hope that you wont accept it.''

Quirky piece - loved it!

A great British who-done-it mystery that was charming and entertaining. A great murder mystery for the entire family with historic value woven right into the script.

Alastair Sims plays Inspector Cockrill from Scotland Yard called to a hospital after a set of murders are committed. It appears that someone in the surgical ward of the hospital is killing people and the Inspector is called out to find who and why the kills are happening.

Inspector Cockrill finds more than he bargained when he deals with the lives of the hospital personnel. Each person has some emotion they want hidden from the rest of the public thus making the mystery more interesting.

This movie is a great mystery film. It will keep you on the edge of your seat the entire time. And the entire cast really performs beautifully as each character shows the human side of their emotion.

Even with the ending kind of crowded- the film deliveries with suspense and thrills for all viewers. There is a lot of history in this film. From hospital procedures to war time fears, this movie is a gem to watch. A good who-done-it flick.

Although I would not quite go as far as Halliwell in listing "Green For Danger" among my top 100, I have to confess to a certain affection for this rather old-fashioned whodunit of 1946. Made in the days when repertory theatre flourished and railway carriages were full of passengers reading Agatha Christie rather than Harry Potter, it captures the very essence of what my grandchildren now refer to as "the olden days". Although based on a novel by the almost forgotten Christianna Brand, it has many of the hallmarks of a good Christie - murder in a hospital operating theatre, six suspects, second murder of of one of them who claims to know the killer's identity, a near re-enactment of the original crime to trap the murderer. Admittedly the film now shows its age. It is very much a studio bound production with backdrops including a painted village church spire. One actual country lane was used but nothing else as far as I can remember. Launder and Gilliat wrote intelligent scripts and directed and produced competently but their work was no match for what Lean and Reed were producing around the same time. A physical scuffle between the two male suspects has a staginess that would not have got past even an American B-movie director. However there are three features that lift what could have been a third-rate work into the realm of the "special". The first is the plot itself that manages to intrigue to the end - obviously a very good choice from among the innumerable whodunits of the period. The second is how good it is in evoking a very atmospheric period of our history - the near-final stage of the war when we were menaced by those quite terrifying "doodlebugs", the ominous drone of their flight, the sudden silence followed by their dreadful explosion. However for a film like this to work you have to have a really memorable detective of the likes of Poirot or Miss Marple. Alastair Sim's Inspector Cockrill is just such a creation. Sim was one of the great character actors of his time and in "Green For Danger" he never did anything finer. He brought to the role considerable subtlety. When there is no-one around he is a bundle of human weakness and self-doubt, sheltering nervously from a flying bomb, or failing to guess the murderer from a whodunit which provides his bedtime reading. However when on the job he displays a sense of professional competence that at times borders on aggression. Although he makes a serious mistake at one point we are in no doubt that, like Chabrol's Inspector Levardin, he is not a cop to be messed with, but, by letting us into his hidden weaknesses, Launder and Gilliat have given us one of British cinema's most endearing characters.

The British film industry has had a chequered history, but was arguably at its finest in the 40's and 50's when it produced little gems like this.

Straightforwardly plotted convergent mysteries of this genre, with or without a major twist, never fail to give simple satisfaction when acted by such a cast of stalwarts and regular journeypersons as we find here. Some may find the stiff upper lips and well modulated tones of the middle classes a little grating for modern tastes, where nurses all speak naicely and ordinary folk are played by caricature cockneys. Speaking of stiff upper lips, their very personification Trevor Howard is, of course, in it, playing a surgeon with a cloud over his career. Which is why the whole is leavened by the unique figure of Alastair Sim.

No matter how serious the role he must play, his lugubrious features invariably betray an innate whimsicality, that essence of grown-up-naughty-schoolboy that we find so universally engaging, and which is the world's view of Britishness at its best. He makes it possible to insert a pratfall or quip to lighten the atmosphere without losing it.

Films like this were very easy and cheap to make - minimal locations, scenery munching, explosions or car wrecks. Current film makers might take note of their bang-per-buck in an era when nostalgic baby boomers are making their cinema presence felt again. But where will they find another Alastair Sim?

The quintessential 40s British whodunit, Green for Danger satisfies even as it leaves a trail of plot holes that even Alistair Sims' rather self-satisfied Inspector Cockrill would have spotted. Perhaps it satisfies despite its flaws because it embodies all the good things about British films back then. The writers assume a level of intelligence on the part of their viewers and possession of an attention span that would seem unattainable to many of today's MTV generation. Time is taken to develop characters and establish relationships instead of telling the audience everything about a character that is necessary only for the purpose of driving the plot along.

Alistair Sim, sporting a typically smug grin when he's not ducking airplanes, plays Inspector Cockrill, who is called upon to investigate the murder of a postman on the operating table at a quaint hospital full of wooden beams and flagstone floors. He doesn't appear until midway through the film – although his voice can be heard on the narration from the outset – and his dry wit peps things up immeasurably. We are presented with the usual group of suspects: Leo Genn as a vaguely slimy Lothario who wastes no time in pursuing the lovely nurse Fredericka (Sally Gray) the moment she breaks off her engagement to a young Trevor Howard; buxom Megs Jenkins, a matronly figure even then although she was still in her twenties, and a nurse who borders on the edge of hysteria nearly all the time. They were all present at an operation in which poor old Moore Marriott was pumped full of Co2, and are all, therefore, suspected of his murder.

The film keeps you guessing throughout – knowing very little about the film before I watched it, I couldn't even figure out who the second victim was going to be for a while: the plot seemed to be setting up one character for the fall before turning the spotlight on someone else entirely. A couple of red herrings throw you off the trail quite nicely, and Inspector Cockrill's confidence proves to be monumentally misplaced. The twist at the end is truly sublime, and the look on Alistair Sim's face when all becomes clear is one of those cinematic moments that live long in the memory. It's all very quaint and old-fashioned now, but it still provides some solid entertainment.