Álbum Misterioso

Everyone wants the argyle papers that have the names of nazi sympathizers on them and could be used as blackmail. A reporter searches them out and gets caught up in a web of betrayals.

This is basically just a redo of the Maltese Falcon on a low budget with no names. It's not bad at all and is entertainingly brief. It's just by the book and uninteresting. What was the deal with everyone calling the lead youngster and new kid when he's clearly 50 years old?

Guy goes to look for the papers, gets captured, hears exposition, escapes, rinse repeat. Kind of bleh when you get right down to it, but it's nice to see that it's stayed alive after disappearing for so long.

... and not his best movie by far : very talkative, dull casting, no rhythm, only a few good scenes in an hour movie that lacks a real script. Cy Enfield would do a much lot better two years later with "The Underworld Story" and "The Sound Of Fury", in 1957 with "Hell Drivers" and of course in 1964 with "Zulu", strong movies with real casting. But forget this dull "Argyles Secrets".

The Babel of foreign and regional accents in The Argyle Secrets seems too exotic – overdone – until you learn that Cy Endfield directed this short, cheap thriller from his own radio play. There, probably no more than four actors took the many and generic parts, distinguishing them with funny voices. Movies can't get away with that, so a roster of character players – several of them familiar from ‘50s television – was rounded up to fill out the cast. Since the stars are William Gargan (a couple of seasons as Martin Kane, Private Eye) and Marjorie Lord (Make Room For Daddy), with Barbara Billingsley (Leave It To Beaver) visible to those who don't blink, viewers should know better than to expect The Big Sleep.

Actually, The Maltese Falcon is the better template, of which The Argyle Secrets resembles a fifth-generation knockoff. The object in demand is a book called The Argyle Album, a detailed list of war profiteers that's being used for blackmail. A famous investigative columnist, in hospital, tells his younger colleague Gargan about it shortly before he expires, either of poison or a scalpel plunged into his pajamas. In tracking down the album, Gargan meets up with and fends off a motley of grotesques, including femme fatale Lord.

By no stretch of hyperbole can it be called good – it's coarse and jumpy – but now and again it shows flashes of talent (Endfield, two years later, would direct the much better The Underworld Story). There are some neat shots of the waterfront at night (the city's unspecified, but Boston comes to mind) and a tense and well-photographed sequence where an acetylene torch burns through a metal gate behind which Gargan has locked himself for safety.

Alas, Gargan is foisted off as an energetic young turk of the fourth estate, even though at the time he was 42 and looked at least 10 years older. He had started in movies in 1917, chalking up a more than respectable list of credits, but what charisma he may have once displayed had long since dissipated. Sad that the Indian Summer of his career would be spent in those lesser mediums of radio and newfangled TV. But he earns praise for spending the last years of his life, following a laryngectomy, working for the American Cancer Society.

Stylish B starring William Gargan and two TV moms - Barbara Billingsley and Marjorie Lord, along with John Banner, and Ralph Byrd.

Similar to the Maltese Falcon, Gargan is Harry Mitchell, a newspaperman who is singled out among a bunch of newspapermen at the hospital to see an injured reporter. The reporter gives him an album cover for "The Argyle Album" but before he can say much more, he is dead, supposedly from a heart attack. Rip back the covers and there's a knife in his heart. Mitchell takes off.

The Argyle Album is an album with the names of people who profited from the war, traitors and people who made deals feathering their nests no matter who won.

Everyone is after it, including Lord and a gang of tough guys. Barbara Billingsley plays the dead reporter's secretary.

There were some neat things in this - spiral effects with swirls when Mitchell is knocked unconscious; and the cop who comes home, says goodbye to Mitchell, a former neighbor, and then opens the newspaper to his wanted photo on the front page.

Reminiscent of another fast talker, Lee Tracy, Gargan's voice box was removed in 1958 due to cancer, and from thereon he had an artificial voice box. While it stopped his career, he became an anti-cancer spokesperson for the American Cancer Association, living for another 21 years.

Very rare low-budget film from director Endfield (Zulu) plays like a not-bad student film version of The Maltese Falcon-- the supporting performances aren't always convincing but there are nice touches of visual imagination and good pacing.