Temptation Harbour

If you've seen the 1943 French film "The Man From London" you do not need to see this one as well, and vice versa. There are some differences between the two films, but they do have one thing in common: short-story material (admittedly a strong story) is padded out to feature length (in this case 102 minutes, which is about 62 minutes longer than it should have been). Robert Newton seems miscast, and Simone Simon's role is largely redundant; the French police inspector is - in both films - very tiresome, taking 5 minutes each time to say a simple sentence. Young Betty (Margaret Barton) is the one bright spot of this film. ** out of 4.

When signalman "Bert" (Robert Newton) sees some suspicious activity in the harbour one night he investigates only to find a corpse and a suitcase. On returning to his box to call the authorities, he notices that the case contains rather a large quantity of banknotes. Around £5,000! Now he is single-handedly trying to raise his daughter "Betty" (Margaret Barton) and has a few other issues to contend with, so he decides to keep the windfall and keep his head down. That might have seemed a good plan at the time, but soon people begin to spot the signs of his new found wealth and with police from both sides of the Channel as well as the original owners of the loot on his trail, things start to get distinctly dicey for him. On the plus side, though, he has made a new friend. "Camelia" (Simone Simon) is the only person in whom he's confided, but is she trustworthy? Is anyone? This features a solid cast of regulars like Irene Handl, Edward Rigby and the always reliable Kathleen Harrison as it quite menacingly develops into a story illustrating the dangers of following the green-eyed monster, however well intentioned at the start one may be, and at just how it can change people. Newton is very much in his element - he always did do the frantic and panicky characters well, and he does illicit a degree of sympathy as things close in on him. It packs quite a lot into ninety minutes, pretty much hits the ground running and is well worth a watch.

This is a typical bleak Georges Simenon almost documentary and very "noir" story of very simple and normal people that are cruelly played out by destiny to fatal ordeals. It's a very unusual and different kind of role for Robert Newton, who manages this difficult part with outstanding excellence. Simone Siomon is also remarkably good, while the ruffian William Hartnell brings all the trouble and gets the worst of it. The story is very reminding of "The Man who Watched Trains Go By", and Robert Newton's character is closely related with Claude Rains' in the later film (1952), that was in colour, but this is all in very black and white, and more in black and more dark than light. What embellishes the story is the beautiful music by Mischa Spoliansky, an oasis of comfort in the awful predicaments, and Margaret Barton as the daughter, the only sunshine in the film, but she never stops shining. The story and film is sad but somehow anyway filled with poetry, for the main feeling of the film is a deep human compassion with unwilling victims of the misfortunes of destiny.

This is a hidden gem of film noir. Not the usual fare of hard-nosed gangsters plugging each other with lead, but a much simpler story of a decent man caught up in the understandable lure of easy money. Robert Newton (Treasure Island) plays a widowed harbor bridge man who lives alone with his adolescent daughter in simple surroundings. He witnesses a murder and tries to rescue the victim. Instead, he dredges up a valise with 5000 pounds; quite a sum in those days. From here there are many unforseen complications, including a very pleasant romance with a circus performer (Simone Simon, who was the original Cat Woman). That would have been more than enough complications for any man, but there are many other forces at play here. The murderer, the police, and a man's conscience. It is interesting to note which of these is the most prominent. Very good viewing.

Robert Newton has been a railroad night signalman, stuck in a box for eight hours a night for twenty years. His wife died three years ago, and he's trying to raise their daughter, Margaret Barton. One night he sees two men get into a fight in the yards, and one of them goes down. Both disappear, but he recovers the suitcase they were fighting over. There are five thousand pounds in small bills in it. He takes it home, determined to take it to the police, but on his way, there are too many temptations: a five-pound smoking pipe.... well, easy enough to stick with his old one, but there are other temptations.

Can decency survive in a Film Noir world? Oh, easy enough for someone like Bogart, I suppose, who's sampled the world and found it wanting, or Robert Mitchum, who can barely open his eyes to see, let alone want. But what is a little man like Robert Newton to do? He seems to be unaware there is anything outside his poor, little world, until he finds his daughter scrubbing floors in a butcher shop, the butcher's wife shouting at her, and he realizes that with this money, she doesn't have to do that. She can have that new dress, they can go to the fair and see Simone Simon, the Atomic Mermaid, and maybe he can have her too....

There's something sleazy and slipshod about the best of British film noir that makes it much more compelling; there's an air of desperation about it, of little men slipping through the cracks that the relative richness of American noir never noticed, outside of a few like Gordon Wiles' THE GANGSTER. With supporting players like William Hartnell and Marcel Dalio, this one has it.