The Late Edwina Black

This rather claustrophobic British mystery opens on the death of a chronically ill woman, Edwina Black during Victorian/Edwardian times. She is a wealthy woman, and leaves behind a large estate. We quickly learn that Edwina's widower, Gregory, and Edwina's companion, Elizabeth (Geraldine Fitzgerald) are lovers and plan to sell the house and move to London as soon as possible, marry, and honeymoon in Venice. Both Gregory and Elizabeth have no money of their own. There is also a housekeeper/nurse who has been with Edwina for years who sees what Gregory and Elizabeth have been up to, and is suspicious of their involvement in Edwina's death. Soon her suspicions have her wagging her tongue to the village folks, and Scotland Yard is brought in to investigate Edwina's death. Post mortem shows she died of arsenic poisoning, not the heart attack originally thought to be the cause of death. And so the. Inspector (Roland Culver) begins digging, and Gregory and Elizabeth are stuck there in this dark house full of bad memories until the investigation is over.

This film is rather claustrophobic, with almost all of the action taking place in the large Black estate. You never actually SEE Edwina. The short time she was alive she was behind the door of her bedroom. So all we know about her we get from listening to the three people who lived with her. From the beginning Elizabeth has felt Edwina is haunting the house, looking for a way to get back at them. And on top of it all, now both Gregory and Elizabeth are wondering if the other actually did poison Edwina, and would they be next if the actual murderer wanted to hang the killing on them.

Roland Culver is very good as the inspector. Where do all of these British films come up with such thorough cops with nerves of steel and great observation powers? For once, this is a film that works for Geraldine Fitzgerald. I never felt that Warner Brothers quite knew what to do with her. I'd recommend it.

Suspicion falls on widower David Farrar and his pert young mistress (Geraldine Fitzgerald) when his sickly, shrewish wife dies of arsenic poisoning. Veteran director Maurice Elvey creates a nicely ominous atmosphere as the ghostly influence of the dead woman seems to pit the lovers against one another, but the middle act, in which Farrar and Fitzgerald grow increasingly suspicious of the other's possible motive for murder, tends to drag. Roland Culver as a dogged, no-nonsense Scotland Yard detective livens things up considerably.

The woman is dead but more alive than anyone else in the film, while they are all kept busy by her paranormal terror, using her life-long housemaid for an instrument. Jean Cadell is the housemaid and splendid as a formidable dinosaur. David Farrar is the husband and widower of the deceased and a victim of her terror for being just a poor school-teacher, while she was rich enough to own him. Geraldine Fitzgerald is the other victim as the secretary at the mercy of her whims of cruelty against her for being in love with her husband. So all have motives for disposing of the bed-ridden hag except Jean Cadell, who keeps her haunting and alive in the house after her death. Roland Culver is a very prudent police inspector who has to investigate a possible crime and who enjoys a cup of tea any time all around the clock. It's a great chamber play of tremendous passions with many outbursts of exploding tempers. Besides the tight and intensive dialog and the acute drama, it's a very beautiful film in a perfectly romantic environment in a great villa with a park and garden and a greenhouse and ideal music by Allan Gray. Everything combines to form a perfect domestic thriller of critical relationships driven to the brink of self-destruction, and nothing is missing to make it perfect. The only objection would be that it is too short - "the shortest full-length film I ever watched" as one reviewer aptly summed up his experience.

The Obsessed is a nice example of English noir and of the murder mysteries they do so well and with such style. It's a wonderful case study on how suspicious minds can mess with your head.

Schoolmaster David Farrar's wife who's a rich sickly soul is given arsenic poisoning and that brings Scotland Yard in with Inspector Roland Culver. Farrar has been carrying on for some time with Geraldine Fitzgerald who is the wife's companion.

The bulk of the film is spent with Farrar and Fitzgerald each thinking the other did it and trying to keep their relationship intact. Housekeeper Jean Cadell, a nasty old soul is sure it was one of both.

A whole lot of emotions come into play with the scenes of the two leads often at the same time, hope, fear, anger, suspicion all fueled by the wife's poisoning.

As is usual the wise Scotland Yard inspector with some forensic help sorts it all out.

Great acting especially from the two leads.

The Late Edwina Black is directed by Maurice Elvey and adapted to screenplay by Charles Frank and David Evans from the play of the same name by William Dinner and William Morum. It stars David Farrar, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Roland Culver and Jean Cadell. Music is by Allan Gray and cinematography by Stephen Dade.

It's Victorian England and Edwina Black has just died. When a fatal dosage of arsenic is revealed to be the cause of death, suspicion falls on Edwina's husband Gregory (Farrar) and her house companion Elizabeth (Fitzgerald). More so when it becomes apparent that Gregory and Elizabeth are having a passionate love affair. Intrepid Inspector Martin (Culver) investigates as housekeeper Ellen (Cadell) looks on with interest from the shadows.

Under seen Brit period mystery resplendent with moody melodramatics and some spooky shenanigans. This is all about a mystery to be solved in a big Victorian house bathed in shadows and low lights. There is only three suspects, so for those paying attention from the off the mystery is a little weak, while there's some over acting indicative of the time.

However, Elvey and Dade prove very adept at creating a house of ominous atmosphere, where although the hinted at supernatural elements are not in the realm of horror, they work well in context of the back drop. Characterisations are nicely drawn, especially when the harmony of Gregory and Elizabeth's affair begins to crack.

It all builds to a quintessentially olde British finale, as the great Roland Culver gets to do his Hercule Poirot act, all neatly revealed over a cup of tea! Hooray! 7/10