A Stranger in Town

An eccentric, anti-social American composer/pianist living in a small British town commits suicide...or does he? An American reporter on holiday in the UK who is from the composer's hometown agrees to bring some of his personal things back to the family in the US and to meet some of the composer's friends while in England. As he asks around, something doesn't seem right, and the mystery begins. The British have always been able to make excellent low-budget murder mysteries, and this one is yet another little-known gem. The supporting cast were unfamiliar to me, but all were convincing as the small-town folks who had some kind of dealings with the late composer. Alex Nicol, who did a lot of acting work in Europe in the 1950s and 1960s, is a somewhat laid-back leading man, but that fits well here (actually, his performance reminds me a bit of John Agar). The resolution is somewhat unexpected but all the clues were there in hindsight, and I plan to watch the film a second time soon to see how the mystery is constructed and the clues are placed. If you like "B" murder mysteries, especially British ones, check this out.

This is a fairly routine British thriller from the 50s starring yet another has been American actor in the hope that the producers can find an American distributor.Many of the elements of this film are well worn not to say hackneyed.However my unhappiness with the film is due to the fact that it doesn't play fair.The audience should always have a clue as to whom the actual killer is.However in this film i had no idea who the killer was because he confessed to motives that were never revealed to us.There is nothing remarkable at all about this film and i guess that this would have ended up as the bottom half of a double bill which is where it belonged.

An American composer living in a small English town commits suicide.... apparently. A month later, Alex Nicol shows up. He's a friend of the dead man's uncle, here to find out what happened, take a picture of the grave, that sort of thing. People are generally helpful, except for the local drunk, who picks a fight. He's about to leave, when something changes his mind. The locals realize he suspects murder, and they close ranks against him.

It's a nice atmospheric movie most of the way through, although the ending seems pretty random. There are a couple of nice performances: Mona Washbourne is a lot of fun as the local spinster who writes poetry and brew parsnip wine; Hal Osmond has a fine small role as a bored bar man who chats with Nicol and expresses regret at not having said something that might have prevented the presumed suicide. It's a decent first directorial effort by George Pollock, who had spent 20 years as an Assistant Director, including working for David Lean in the mid-1940s and as Second Unit Director of THE THIRD MAN. Pollock would direct for about ten years; his best remembered stuff was the Margaret Rutherford "Miss Marple" comedy-mysteries. He would work with Kubrick on special effects for 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, and die in 1979, aged 72.

When a composer if found dead in his home in a sleepy English village, the coroner puts it down to suicide. Now nobody quite knows just why this man would have taken his own life and when his American journalist pal "Madison" (Alex Nicol) shows up, he decides to look into things and is soon highly suspicious as he gradually realises that the rose tinted windows and perfectly manicured lawns hide tensions amongst the outwardly butter-wouldn't-melt townsfolk. There are plenty of clues for us all here, the odd red herring and he even manages to pick a fight as he eventually manages to convince "Insp. Powell" (John Horsley) that this wasn't simply just the desperate, final, act of an eccentric musician. It features a workmanlike, rather than stellar, cast of British stalwarts - Mona Washbourne ("Agnes") is always reliable, as is Charles Lloyd-Pack and there's even a spot for Arthur Lowe before the denouement comes a bit from left-field. It's an interesting contrast this film - almost like a precursor of the hugely successful "Midsomer Murders" series: what really does go on behind the chintz curtains. The writing is distinctly bland - and Nicol is really just eye candy, but it is still a decent little mystery that is worth a gander.

Alex Nicol plays the American journalist who gets caught up in a tale of intrigue and murder while gathering up the private possessions of a former friend who allegedly had committed suicide. What seems to be a promising film, fails to deliver. Slow tempo, weak storyline and a conspicuous lack of tension and energy, quickly had me yawning. I was longing for some action, and some emotionally charged scenes but it was all in vain. The director offers no gripping moments of suspense or sudden or twists and turns - instead the audience are left with our American hero simply wandering through the village looking for clues but ends up meeting no more than a collection of unremarkable, staid and starchy, one dimensional village characters. The main reason why the storyline is so unconvincing is that everyone is too nice, polite and well mannered! None of the characters reveal any menace. I was longing for an angry Dan Duryea to show up and play the bad guy. He would have injected much needed energy and gritty cynicism into the film, but sadly we are left with Colin Tapley, playing the toff, who comes across as a merely bitter and sad character. As for the love interest of Alex Nicol, Anne Paige, sounds bored and detached from what's going on. Her character has no 'edginess' or 'attitude.' Indeed, after watching this film, instead of watching a crime drama, I felt I was watching middle class life village life in the 1950's. I would give this film a miss.