This is a really boring fifties British B picture, with little to recommend it. It is ostensibly set in fifties Chelsea, and when one gets outside the studio sets, one does catch some glimpses of it. Chelsea as a former centre of London Bohemianism is an interesting subject for someone to make a film about one day. The Chelsea artists who populate the characters of this story of the murder of an artist's model could have been made much more interesting if the script were not so corny. The only survival of Bohemian Chelsea today is the Chelsea Arts Club (founded 1891), though it had to open up its membership to non-artists long ago for financial reasons when the price of the lease doubled, and there are too many affluent trendies there now. But it is the same building with much of the original atmosphere, it still has its billiard table, and although most of the old impoverished members with their goatee beards who propped up the bar have died, the oil paintings which had to be sold years ago, when the walls were stripped to save the Club, have long since been replaced by very nice ones, if not as valuable as originals by the Founder, Whistler. The old-style 'school food' of boiled potatoes and simple dishes has long since been replaced by superb cuisine, and dinnertime is always full. There were two women members who always used to walk around the Club naked (with no one batting an eye), but that sort of thing does not happen any more. Oh well, hopes that something of the old Chelsea might be seen in this film were dashed, as it is nothing to write home about.
