Emergency Call

Lewis Gilbert was a good professional director, and this film is as equally well made as the others. The story is supposedly about saving the life of a child who has a blood disease and needs three donors with a rare blood type to save her, but the script is more thriller than life saving.. No spoilers but the film is very sensationalist, involving a boxing ring, plus the hunt for a murderer. It has dated and yet accurate about a very prejudiced era of British history. I am not nostalgic about those times, but the cast act well. Cameos from Vida Hope and several others stand out, and Jack Warner plays yet again a policeman.

Competent if slightly stodgy (and now rather dated) British B-movie. The plot centres around a child critically ill in hospital who needs a blood transfusion to save her life. Unfortunately she has a rare blood group, so Scotland yard are called in to track down possible donors. This is used as a framework for a collection of little stories about life in London ca 1950 rather in the style of "The Blue Lamp". Jack Warner and Sid James as a boxing manager (who could be a decent character actor when he tried) do a reasonable job at keeping the plot afloat. Now mainly of interest as a social document.

It's quite tough to be objective about this - it is a well made feel-good film with a worthy cause and sterling efforts from all concerned as they try to track down a blood donor who can save the life of a desperately ill child. Simultaneously, the police - Jack Warner and Bruce Seton - are on the trail of a dodgy boxing promoter who is trying to manipulate the career of "Tim Mahoney" (former World Light Heavyweight Champ Freddie Mills) and also of some other recalcitrant miscreants. It's got the smallest of budgets, but a surprisingly solid cast of British stalwarts from Dandy Nicholls and Anthony Steel - the well meaning doctor - to Sid James, Thora Hird and Eric Pohlmann and they all combine to make this a perfectly watchable tug at the heart strings mixed in with the usual detective yarn. If you come across it, then you ought to spare it 90 minutes - you'll feel better afterwards.

EMERGENCY CALL is a film that takes an old premise, involving a sick and ailing child who desperately needs to be saved by a transfusion of rare blood, and uses it as a basis for a film which explores working class life in London in the early 1950s. It's an intriguing little portrait of its time, depicting a bygone era populated by racial tension, corrupt boxing promoters, and criminals desperately trying to cover up their past crimes. The film is episodic in nature and hampered by the constraints of a low budget, but not without interest for fans of the genre.

The cast includes Jack Warner (TV's DIXON OF DOCK GREEN) playing, you guessed, a policeman, and real-life boxing champ Freddie Mills playing, well, a boxer. There are also roles for those who would achieve later fame, including Thora Hird and Sid James. The film shrugs off the social commentary about two thirds of the way in, ending up as a police procedural thriller with an effective climax. Not great, but there's still plenty of interest here.

Joy Shelton brings her young daughter, Jennifer Tafler, to the hospital. The child is dying of a rare form of leukemia. She needs a complete transfusion or she will die in barely more than four days. Unfortunately, she has an even rarer blood type. There are only three people in Britain who have the same blood type. One is Freddie Mills, a has-been boxer who disappeared after his manager, Sid James, told him to take a dive. The second is Earl Cameron (still alive in his 102nd year as I write this), a seaman who refuses to give his blood. The third is Geoffrey Hibbert, wanted for murder and in hiding. Jack Warner is the Scotland Yard inspector leading the search. He says it's a nice change from his usual murder beat.

It's a well-made movie, with the professionals all doing their jobs calmly, and the laity showing flares of temperament as Miss Tafler, whose father, Sydney Tafler, has a sizable role, sinks towards death. There is mordant humor to take the audience's mind off the impending tragedy: Henry Hewitt, whose wife is identified as one of the possible donors; he does not realize she is dead. Eric Pohlman and Thora Hird are on hand, welcome faces in this drama. Sometimes the police are trying to help the living..... something the gangsters and fishwives (Miss Hird runs a chippie!) don't always recognize.