The Black Rider

Riding motorcycles (as they're called here) is one of the bad habits Jimmy Hanley picked up in the army as a dispatch rider at Normandy. Postwar as a member of the Swanhaven Motorcycling Club he tears along the South Coast (attractively shot both by day and by night by veteran cameraman Geoffrey Faithfull) with foxy librarian Rona Anderson on his pillion in the face of initial criticism from her father that they're just "nasty, noisy, clattering bags of machinery" until his path crosses that of 'The Black Monk', played with an Italian accent by veteran voice man Robert Rietty.

SPOILER COMING: As in countless Children's Film Foundation productions and episodes of 'Scooby Doo' the phantom turns out to be a courier for a bunch of smugglers, this time led by Lionel Jeffries (on this occasion the 'MacGuffin' being components for "an atomic sabotage weapon"). All at just 66 minutes and carrying a 'U' certificate; with a jaunty saxophone and guitar score by Wilfred Burns that will stay in your head long after you've forgotten the rest of the film.

I only recently found out about this movie thanks to ITV screening it. As it was on during the early hours, I set the video to record it and was pleased I did.

A group of smugglers are 'haunting' a castle, which happens to be haunted anyway by a monk. One of the smugglers poses as this monk and frightens some of the locals. A reporter and his girlfriend decide to investigate this and discover these smugglers are importing parts to build an atomic bomb which could course great loss of life and destruction over a large area. They get arrested at the end.

This movie also gives you an idea on what life was like during the 1950's including a village fete which were popular at the time and still are today.

The nuclear jitters of the time probably spawned the movie, which was made at the height of the Atomic Age.

As well as Jimmy Hanley, it also stars Lionel Jefferies (Chitty Chitty Bang Bang) and Carry On star Kenneth Conner. All play good parts. The movie has a great theme and score too.

This movie is worth watching if you get the chance as it is rather hold to get hold of.

Rating: 3 and a half stars out of 5.

Jimmy Hanley is a young (?) reporter on the local paper, a motorcycling enthusiast, and in love with his publisher/editor's daughter, Rona Anderson. When strange doings are reported at the ruined castle, raising old myths of a "Black Rider" used in old days to cover smuggling, it becomes clear that someone is smuggling something. But what?

It's an enjoyable little newspaper thriller, even if 35-year-old Mr. Hanley is getting a little old to play a youngster any more. It's not an expensive movie, but old-time cameraman Geoffrey Faithfull shoots the scenes efficiently, and the professional cast, including Leslie Dwyer and Lionel Jeffries certainly earn their paychecks under the direction of Wolf Rilla.

This sturdy British B-picture features a plot right out of Enid Blyton or Scooby-Doo. A gang of crooks, bent on smuggling "atomic sabotage equipment" into the country (crumbs!), are using the legend of the Black Rider to scare people away from crumbling Brocken Castle, where they have a secret headquarters in the dungeons. Gosh!

The film is best enjoyed for its view of the vanished innocence of 50s Britain. This is a place where smiling librarians select handpicked novels for little old ladies, where the teapot is always full, where the harmless village drunk (Kenneth Connor) is plied with booze by indulgent locals and where the local youths are too busy fixing their motorbikes to bother with vandalising the bus shelter. No Hells Angels these - they are all clean-cut and impeccably polite, trundling along the leafy lanes at a sedate 25 mph or participating in motorised egg-and-spoon races at the village fete.

Jimmy Hanley and Rona Anderson make a charming hero and heroine, Lionel Jeffries is good as the urbane villain and there' s a jolly, infuriatingly catchy theme tune. Nobody gets killed and even Hanley's irascible employer and future father-in-law turns out to be a decent cove at the end, even buying his own motorcycle and sidecar combination for some exhilarating spins with the missus. Somehow I doubt if Quentin Tarantino will be doing a remake.

The Black Rider is directed by Wolf Rilla and written by A.R. Rawlinson. It stars Jimmy Hanley, Rona Anderson, Leslie Dwyer, Lionel Jeffries, Beatrice Varley and Micahel Golden. Music is by Wilfred Burns and cinematography by Geoffrey Faithful.

There's a grand line of British movies involving smugglers/gun runners that use some supernatural legend to hide their crooked activities. Think The Ghost Train and Will Hay classics like Oh! Mr Porter and Ask A Policenman, and you find it's a splinter of the horror comedy that has been well served in Blighty. The Black Rider carried on this tradition but only with a modicum of success.

Out of Nettlefold Studios, it's by definition a quintessential B movie. It clocks in at just over an hour, is low on production value but oozes the cheap and cheery ambiance that makes it impossible to dislike. Plot basically follows the concept of a small coastal town in awe of a local spook said to haunt the ruins up there on the hill. Cue sightings of said spook (a hooded monk), an investigation of Famous Five type proportions by some straight backed heroes, a snapshot of ye olde Brit village life and low and behold there's some crooks to be snuffed out for a big hooray ending! Throw in a bunch of motorcycle riders and their awesome bikes, though this is no Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, and it rounds out as a brisk and amiable time waster; with Rilla showing nice fluid camera work that often belies the low budget afforded the production.

Safe as houses really, or in this case, Brockham Manor! 6/10