They Can't Hang Me

Civil Servant Andre Morrell is to hang for uncivilly strangling a prostitute. He tells "Special Services" Inspector Terence Morgan that he knows the identity of a top spy who is about to smuggle a major secret out of the country, and will trade the information for commutation of his sentence to life imprisonment.

This start leads Morgan on a high-speed investigation that mostly proceeds at a good clip, impeded by a few red herrings, an awful soundtrack, and fiancée Yolanda Donlan, sounding as if she is still decompressing from her lead in the London production of BORN YESTERDAY. Morgan's role is written as the Man Who Gets Things Done, mostly by lying when appropriate. Morrell only has a few scenes, but he's quite good in them, as a man trying to play his last card. The production is cheaply done, but nicely tangled.

André Morell is "Pitt" - in jail awaiting hanging for murdering a prostitute. At the last minute he contacts "Insp. Brown" (Terence Morgan) with information about master spy "Leonidas" who is about to take a top scientific secret behind the iron curtain - in return for his life! Together with his sidekick Anthony Oliver ("Insp. Newcombe") they set off to thwart this plan. It's a decent enough story that moves along a-pace. Yolande Donlan adds a bit of light relief as the fiancée who spends much of her time waiting around for her detective boyfriend and there are just enough red herrings to keep this intriguing, if a bit lightweight thriller, going for 75 minutes.

Unable to sleep, I decided to give this film a look, just to see how bad it was, and, although I wasn't pleasantly surprised, at least it wasn't dreadful! It has the typical style of a 50s British patriotic thriller, the effete British accents, the working class accents cliched, the gentlemen villians. What made this film bad was in fact Yolande Donlan, the hero's fiance. Her dreadful overacting with that irritating American accent was enough to make me cringe, and very happy when she left her scenes. Obviously thrown in to appeal to the American audiences of the day, she has the acting ability of a dormouse! I could forgive the gun scenes (no blood, no gunsmoke, just a stationary gun making noise!), but that acting.....

Sentenced to death for murder, a civil servant reveals that he has long been a foreign agent smuggling secrets out of the country. He meets with special branch officer Inspector Brown and offers to reveal the identity of an elusive master spy in return for a reprieve. With five days before Pitt is to be hung, Brown sets out to trace the identity of the spy without having to reprieve Pitt.

I was attracted to this film by the shameless title! "They Can't Hang Me" is the cry of Pitt as he is sentenced to death for murder. This happens within the first two minutes of the film in almost complete silence. It is from this point that our story begins - there is never any doubt that Pitt killed the woman but now he wants to deal. The mystery starts well and has potential but it is never filled as fully as I'd hoped at the start. Instead it goes off the rails and becomes baggy and the climax is a real damp squid. It's a shame because it moved quickly for 30 minutes or so and promised much. It is still worth watching once but it isn't very good.

The acting is reasonable for this type of British film of the period and I did quite enjoy the characters. Morgan's Brown is stern logic on force and his side kick from the murder squad adds plenty of light comic touches. Donlan's presence is a mystery and really contributes to the lack of focus and bagginess at times. I guess she was there for the US audience. The bad guys aren't as dangerous or as threatening as we are led to believe from their "master spy" billing, and don't really stick in the memory.

Overall this is an average mystery film but it could have been much better. The good opening and interesting build up in the first half is really good but the film can't deliver on the tension - it should have cranked up but instead it really lets itself go and gets baggy and loses focus.

Mr. Pitt is sentenced to death for having strangled a prostitute, but he claims they can't hang him since he is in possession of state secrets concerning the security of the nation and possibly of the world. It's a grand opening of a very hot thriller, and in charge of the investigation with heavy loads of responsibility and under the constantly exacerbated stress of time is inspector Terence Morgan, who admirably succeeds in playing it cool all the way, in spite of gunfights with intents to kill and the threat of death of the key witness. The action is very fast, the dialog is like crossfire all the way, and the plot constantly thickens. Meanwhile, the condemned prisoner is vexed by the police officers and guards who disturb him while he is listening to piano music. The realism is convincing enough, the Poles even speak Polish (which is not translated), and the story is well contrived under the circumstances of the case of Klaus Fuchs (mentioned once) and the extreme most paranoid secrecy around the development of the absurdity of the terror balance.