Paul Temple Returns

I knew vaguely of British thriller writer Francis Durbridge, but was unaware that he had created a husband-and-wife team of sleuths obviously modeled on Nick and Nora Charles of "The Thin Man" fame and which had a similar run of 'vehicles' on the big screen; even so, the characters here (at least judging by this one film) lacked the foibles, the banter and the canine assistant – which is basically what had endeared the prototype to audiences – but, then, these were made within the framework of the then-prevalent "quota quickies".

Incidentally, I only came upon this as yet another early role for Christopher Lee: watching him in his few (albeit pivotal) scenes, it is evident that it was only a matter of time before his star quality was recognized – it would merely take the right set of circumstances and collaborators! Anyway, the film provides standard thrills, with the life-threatening devices in this case involving deliberate road accidents, electric fences and even a snake on the loose (not unlike the Edgar Wallace-derived "Krimis" Lee would himself add to his resume during the next decade – indeed, I should be checking two of those out presently!), not to mention numerous suspects (Lee as a suavely bearded, bespectacled and pipe-smoking archaeologist is one of them, of course…and another is Robert Urquhart, a fellow actor in the horror icon's breakthrough movie THE CURSE OF FRANKENSTEIN {1957}!). That said, I was able to figure out the guilty party well before the end!

For the record, this was the fourth and final entry in the Paul Temple movie series (three had the same director and leading man – John Bentley, at times bearing a striking resemblance to the young Sean Connery!): he had originated on radio and would be resurrected on TV but, as I said, this particular figure has not stuck with the public consciousness simply because he exhibited no character traits to distinguish him from the flood of cops and private investigators that have populated the genre over the years (the fact that the central couple had a complacent Indian servant at their constant beck and call certainly did not help matters)! Finally, the U.S. retitling – BOMBAY WATERFRONT, despite its definite connection to the plot – only served to make the whole seem even less appetizing! In any case, I enjoy this entry well enough to acquire another one in the series soon after, SEND FOR PAUL TEMPLE (1946)

The indefatigable Maclean Rogers directs John Bentley in their third movie about mystery writer and police consultant Paul Temple and his wife Steve, as played by Patricia Dainton. It's based on a radio play by series originator Francis Durdrige, Paul Temple Intervenes, broadcast in October and November of 1942. It seems some bad guy known as 'The Marquis' has been killing a bunch of people. Bentley and Dainton stick their noses in. Will they figure out who he is or will they get bumped off themselves? With both Valentine Dyall and Christopher Lee in the cast, there seems to be plenty of people to suspect.

It's a pretty good movie from Nettleford, with the leads looking like they're having fun. Longtime cameraman Geoffrey Failthfull does his usual competent job, demonstrating that despite short budgets, B movie producer Nettleford was capable of producing entertaining, if undemanding movies

Luminously pretty Patricia Dainton and handsome co-star John Bentley are the resolute crime-busting Temples, dangerously entwined in this ripping 50s murder mystery about a sordid series of especially grisly murders. This delightful trip into warmly crumpeted cinematic nostalgia includes an early, and no less magisterial performance from future Hammer Films icon Christopher Lee as the deliciously ambivalent, charmingly charismatic Mr. Felix. 'Bombay Waterfront' cannot be regarded as the most sophisticated Paul Temple thriller, but our whip-smart, sharp-shooting sleuth makes for an engaging hero hot on the dastardly trail of the wholly despicable criminal mastermind 'The Marquis, who frustratingly proves to be a most worthy and Machiavellian adversary for Mr. Temple! 'Bombay Waterfront' aka 'Paul Temple Returns' retains much of its period charm, being a serviceable, rather than sensational 50s B/W potboiler, but the entirely splendid cast effortlessly smooths the jaunty thriller's rougher edges!

Nice to see no imagination was spared for Bombay Waterfront, aka Paul Temple returns.

John Bentley reprises his role as Paul Temple, the author of detective stories and part-time detective. His wife Steve is played by a different actress than in Calling Paul Temple. This time it's lovely Patricia Dainton.

This series is based on radio shows, and I'm wondering if they were all identical, but with different names and a different Mcguffin.

As far as I can tell, the story is the same: a serial killer now named The Marquess, a mysterious foreigner who may or may not be involved, warning notes, car crashes, some old castle or shack in the woods, a bunch of suspects, and danger for Paul and Steve.

What I liked were the cozy English cottages and the archaic equipment used by the firemen.

At least with this one, I knew whodunnit.

With Scotland Yard puzzled by a serial killer, and with himself already being warned off by the perpetrating "Marquis", amateur sleuth "Paul Temple" (John Bentley) and his wife "Steve" (Patricia Dainton) are drafted in by "Sir Graham" (Peter Gawthorne) to help "Insp. Ross" (Ronald Leigh-Hunt) with the investigation. Pretty swiftly, with the body count starting to mount, they begin to become embroiled with the enigmatic Egyptologist "Sir Felix" (Christopher Lee), some ancient papyri and a vial of something mysterious. With no shortage of candidates and events become ever more menacing, the couple have to get their thinking caps on before their heads no longer need them. There's an amiable degree of chemistry between Bentley and Temple and with a few red herrings straddling their path, the mystery unfolds steadily for just over an hour of rope climbing, dark passages and burning hay bales. I didn't love the factotum "Sakki" (Dan Jackson) so much - a sort of Mantan Moreland without the mischief or the charm and the ending is all a bit rushed, but it's a passable afternoon watch for budding criminologists.