Account Rendered

Peter Graham Scott , Decades have passed since Subterfuge he made around 1966 (ish) and it only now clearly indicates that he was a very busy quick on the draw director,! Sub was a flop from which the unique Joan Collins was the only value in a weak and tiresome spy plot.

This made for tv rated a B ( for the uninitiated meant for those far off years when cinemas screened TWO films, the weaker story always took screening precedence with the stronger one to finally follow ) 'Account 'was a well written plot during which Mr. Scotts usual tight and taught mystery was unevenly directed and in 2 glaring scenes was abysmally over acted and possibly experimented with an aspiring assistant director to take the reins , which resulted in some pretty harsh flack ! Apart from that , the narrative does hold our interest as to who was the murderer ? As a previous viewer said, she or he thought they realized the answer and got it wrong, as did I also !

Over all interesting with a dash of mirth added for good measure ? Worth watching, as long as the viewer accepts the occasional wallowing over dramatization here and there ?

Lucille Ainsworth is married to Robert Ainsworth (Griffith Jones). She has commissioned her portrait to be painted by an artist, Clive (John van Eyssen) as a gift to her husband. Clive is also her lover.

When Lucille sees the portrait, she hates it. She goes to Hampstead Heath, where she is later found murdered.

Afraid he is going to be accused, her husband fakes an alibi with his business partner, Gilbert Morgan (Carl Bernard).

Meanwhile, Lucille's best friend (Honor Blackman) is in love with Robert. It falls to two police detectives to discover the murderer, which they do with careful police work. They trace a coat back to its original owner, and figure out how one person could be at the murder site, despite having an alibi -- too far away to reach the murder scene at the right time.

Imagine you have gone to the pictures in the fifties, possibly with mum and dad. You start by seeing this little jewel of a film, then the forthcoming attractions, Pearl and Dean adverts and then Pathé News!!! Before the main feature, sit back and enjoy a choc-ice. The main film could have been....... (use your imagination). Brings it all back, doesn't it?

If only all 1 hour TV police stories made today were as well written as well acted and as well directed.

This is a brilliant thriller on a small scale, the restricted format of less than 80 minutes comprising a considerable mess of intrigues, as this wife already from the beginning shamelessly confesses to her infidelity, while her husband receives an alarming note which we are never initiated in, there is a reckless artist involved also who gets mixed up in some fights, and there is extortion and embezzlement, all in a wonderful complex of a mystery where everyone could be guilty wile they all are proved innocent by alibis. Honor Blackman is the leading actress here, not far from a Lizabeth Scott character, while the fast action makes it difficult for all the men involved to catch on, but it all makes sense in the end with great satisfaction to the audience after a Hitchcockian train finale.

This strangely short murder-mystery is a good reminder of why the English film industry was so strong during this period.

The cast of relative unknowns (with the exception of a young Honor Blackman) deliver a tight story in a precise way. The sub texts of the story are not laboured, creating an involving story.

It's worth the time.