Calling Paul Temple

With the British public still experiencing severe rationing in 1948 and bomb sites scarring the landscape of many of our cities, people needed the cinema as a much needed form of escapism and in this respect 'Calling Paul Temple' - inspired by the 'Paul Temple' long running BBC radio programmes, delivers just that! Our eponymous handsome, suave and debonair hero, played by John Bentley, is plunged into investigating a catalogue of mysterious murders, and by generously helping Scotland Yard, who appear clueless, our well dressed sleuth takes on the challenge to track down the killer, accompanied by his wife and 'sidekick,' the elegant and delightful Dinah Sheridan, who always seems to be dressed up for a special social event. Both our cheery husband and wife, only seem to patronise the best restaurants as well as expensive night clubs, all the time smiling relentlessly and exchanging endearments. Of course, it's a million miles away from the real world of Scotland Yard detectives, investigating sordid crimes in dingy and mean streets of London. But the film makes no pretence at social realism as it's something which the audience were being confronted with on a daily basis. The storyline is strictly light hearted, and the tempo is bright and breezy. I was interested to see Dennis Wheatley featured in the film as his 'stock in trade' was playing the dastardly smarmy villain. On the whole it's worth watching just to see how much social etiquette has changed as well as the centre of London.

First of four B films adapted from very popular radio programmes of the 40s and 50s Highly enjoyable for fans of old fashioned mysteries. Nice location work in Canterbury though matte shots from cars involving rolling scenery date it. Leads both good including Sheridan who would move onto A films including the wonderful "Genervive"

The second Paul Temple film and John Bentley's first in the role begins with an atmospheric scene on a train possibly inspired by 'A Study in Scarlet' and towards the end has elements that had been employed in the 'Dr Mabuse' films.

Between whiles we get shootings, an explosion, and a closeup of a corpse with open eyes fifteen years before Herschel Gordon Lewis claimed to have pioneered it. Yet it remains for the most part talky, overlong and dull; and only carried a 'A' certificate when first released.

The film's biggest extravagances appear to have been the ladies' wardrobes and sending the leads on a day trip to Canterbury (during which passers by can be seen looking at the camera).

Sort-of likeable ragbag of every thriller cliché imaginable about a serial killer, in which amateur sleuth Paul Temple is called in by the professional cops to more or less tell them how to do their job. It has all the usual ingredients of the type: coincidences, red herrings, witnesses who are bumped off precisely at the moment when they are saying 'the killer is ...' (you can get away with this once, perhaps, but three times??), a villain who is obvious from the start, a laughable hypnosis scene (only the hypnotist can bring the victim out of the trance, except that Temple can do it as well, by using the magic of speech!), and a final, Poirot-style gathering of every suspect still alive in a room, and a fist fight. Temple and his wife Stevie cheerfully brush off the killer's attempts to shoot them, blow them up, and drown them like it's just another day of routine events in the Temple diary. Luckily, they have a vaguely racial stereotype of a servant, complete with funny foreign accent, to assist them.

A couple of plus points - some nice shots of 1940s Canterbury, and a night club song called Lady on the Loose, with a lyric that might have come from an Amy Winehouse song, such as 'I want a man who's true to me to the end of the night,' and 'Ladies, shut your windows, lock your doors, the man I'm after might be yours' I can't trace the song, partly written by Steve Race.

This is a moderately entertaining, if rather insipid, film based on the BBC radio series written by Francis Durbridge, with Paul Temple, the writer of detective novels, acting as a detective himself. Here he is played by John Bentley, the first of his three films as Paul Temple. He is a very personable and adequate actor for the role. His wife 'Steve Temple' is played in lively fashion by Dinah Sheridan. She looks so eerily like the contemporary British actress Rosamund Pike that I kept imagining I was watching Pike in the role. A true mystery would run something like this: could they possibly be related? Both were born in London. Oh well, probably not, but it is just uncanny, that's all: a case for Paul Temple. And as all writers named Temple know, solving mysteries can be a lot of fun. The credited continuity girl for this film was June Faithful, although it does not appear in her list of credits on IMDb. I knew her much later in her career, and have absolutely no idea whether she is alive or not, for that is not recorded on IMDb either. This was probably her first continuity job. The cinematographer for the film was Geoffrey Faithful (and in his case, it does appear on his lengthy list of credits on IMDb; he died 1979, aged 86), who shot VILLAGE OF THE DAMNED (1960), MURDER SHE SAID (1961), and countless other films between 1913 and 1971, when he retired. He was probably June's father, and may have got her into the job on this first picture. This film is notable for containing much excellent location cinematography of the town of Canterbury as it was in 1947, with streets nearly empty of traffic, and before the town was largely ruined by tourism, chain stores, and rampant commerce. Much of the action is set there. A lot of the cinematography is atmospheric, commencing with the opening sequence inside the corridor of a moving train at night. If only the story and the direction had been better, this film could be something of a classic, but alas, it is not. A series of murders of women are taking place, and various sinister characters are 'set up' for us as either the real culprit or as red herrings, one of them played by the remarkable Burmese-Jewish actor Abraham Sofaer, who never failed in many a film to deliver an impeccably chilling rendition of a potential villain, aided by his weird looks. Another possible villain of the piece is ominously played by Hugh Pryse, who does a really good job of it indeed. Pryse died at the age of only 44 in 1955, only seven years after this film. He should have gone on to enjoy a distinguished career as an older character actor, for which he was eminently suited. Who is really killing all these women? They all turn out to be patients of Abraham Sofaer. Well, you can imagine the rest, but I shall not tell whodunit because that would be telling whodunit.