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Appalling film with really third rate acting, especially from the lead. One definitely to give a miss. Apparently my review has to have 150 characters, but I really cannot think of anything else to add to this!

Another cheap effort from British B-movie honcho Francis Searle, who seemed singularly unable to enliven any of his movies with anything approaching suspense, thrills, or peril. This one's an erstwhile thriller about the torrid relationships that exist within a small newspaper business, but it's so poorly handled that you'll struggle to make it to the end.

The one thing this has over rival fare is that it was filmed at Shepperton Studios, but that counts for nothing when Searle fails to make use of his locales. What we have here is a plodding family drama that finally turns into a murder mystery come the second half, but by then it's too late. John Bentley (of PAUL TEMPLE fame) gives a workmanlike turn as the unlikable lead, while Kathleen Byron achieved fame for BLACK NARCISSUS but fails to make much of her femme fatale role here. The closing moments are fun insofar as the film suddenly comes to life in an exciting and shocking way, but it's far too late in the day to make this anything approaching good.

I guessed in advance that the title referred to a glossy magazine like 'Compact' ten years later.

Kathleen Byron playing a woman who "hasn't an ounce of love in her" with a rich, middle-aged husband who requires pills to keep him alive promises melodramatic fun, but Byron is largely absent from the second half of the film and it suffers accordingly.