Robert McKenzie is a US tank officer who is temporarily blind. He goes to visit a friend, finds a corpse, and two men knock him out. When he wakes up, he's back in the base hospital. The doctor tells him he knocked himself out falling down a stair. The Scotland Yard inspector who's there tells him that he's mistaken. Later, when his eyes are back in working order, he investigates on his own. The clues all point to a young pilot who died in a crash a year earlier.
It's from the usually reliable producing team of Monty Berman and Robert S. Baker, but it's a terrible movie. Sometimes it's hard to tell if a script is bad, or the actors are not very good. I was doubly confounded by McKenzie's performance. He adopts one of those flat accents that English people with poor ears think is typical of Yanks; in this case, it occasionally slides into Irish lilts. In addition, he does not act like a man who is recently blind. When sightless, he never turns to look at whoever is speaking. Other problems with the script is that no one ever addresses him by his army rank, even though he is a serving officer, and the mystery of whodunnit was apparent about twenty minutes in, despite an utter lack of clues.
Gordon Jackson and John Le Meseurier have prominent roles, which they manage decently, despite the illogical writing.
