La banda del Tamigi

Like Louis Hayward as the Saint. Sydney Tafler as usual an excellent bad guy. Some of fight scenes are a bit tame. My expectations of this film weren't high sure it has it's flaws but found it entertaining enough & there's more good than bad in this film. The England of the early 50's portrayed here seems a different world today. A film should be entertaining & hold your interest in spite of some of it's flaws it largely achieves this & that is more than Citizen Kane did ( mind numbingly boring) It's a film that somehow makes you want to go back in time to early 50's & see the UK as it was then.

Louis Hayward is many people's preference as the Saint over George Sanders, precisely because he played him as a hard, cold hit-man in 1938's The Saint in New York. While this is, undeniably, a trait in Charteris's creation, it is not the most likeable one and it is intriguing to see too Hayward's performance has mellowed with age. The script here is a little trite, but on the whole this is a more than passable little preamble that predicts nicely the Saint the Roger Moore series would show, with the Saint a vaguely retired disreputable character who finds it hard to stay on the right side of the law. There is much humour, and a little padding, but the film is worth a watch for Saint fanatics. For Hammer Film fans (the film was shot for RKO by the British studio) a nice touch is the shot of a floor plan of a country house that is about to be burgled; the names of all the guests belong to Hammer regular cast and crew members, including cult director Terence Fisher.

The movie series based on Leslie Chateris' long-running collection of novels about "the Robin Hood of Crime" ends where it began, with Louis Hayward taking on the role of Simon Templar. When a girl friend dies after sending him a telegram asking him for help, the police thinks it was an accident. Hayward soon discovers a ring of crooks running a crooked gambling joint. The problem lies in finding out who the mysterious boss is and wrapping them up in a neat bow before Chief Inspector Charles Victor can arrest him for the corpse that came tumbling out of Hayward's refrigerator.

It's a handsome mix of light-hearted bravado, lucky turns and murderous incidents, far removed from the RKO series of the early 1940s. It's a solid light-hearted mystery from Hammer Films, despite the fact that Hayward is not the young man he had been a decade and a half earlier. Naomi Chance is the busty young woman whom he reforms, although Diana Dors has a small role in which, after complaining that she has no gun to use on Hayward, is told to "Use what she's got" and she most certainly does.

Still, there wasn't enough interest to keep the series going. It would be another decade before it was successfully revived on the small screen, with a perfectly cast Roger Moore.

Louis Hayward returns to the character he helped launch on the big screen in the first of RKO's The Saint series back in the '30s. He portrayed a gritty and tough Saint in one movie before George Sanders took over and made the role his own, bringing a suaveness and sophistication to the part. It's a nice bookend for the character, I suppose, to have the same actor start and essentially finish the series. Hammer was probably hoping this might revive the series for them. Unfortunately it did not and the reason is this movie is lifeless. Whatever appealed to Hayward about the role of Simon Templar in 1938 that helped his performance there so much seems long gone here. This time around he seems to be just going through the motions and collecting a paycheck. No one else in the cast stands out in any noticeable way and the script is a cure for insomnia, so there really isn't much else to say about this. It's a dull movie that you'll probably forget a minute after the end credits appear.

I've seen hundreds of RKO Pictures but this is one of the very worst, released in America in 1954 in the waning years of the distributor's existence. It's a must-miss, terminally boring entry in The Saint series starring Louis Heyward as the supposedly charming but deadly dull detective.

The script is lousy, direction by ultra-hack Seymour Friedman nonexistent, and the supporting cast miserable. Leading lady Naomi Chance is a nonstarter. Much of the running time is devoted to the unfunny and stupid conflict of The Saint with the local British gendarmes, while the mystery of a woman's death via car crash is never interesting or compelling.

What we're left with is an hour of pure filler, devoid of entertainment value. Looking fabulous clad at first just in a bath towel, platinum blonde local bombshell Diana Dors brightens up the screen for merely a couple of minutes, hardly enough to justify sitting through this junker.