The End of the Line

I thought that this was a neat, well-crafted thriller with a few surprising little twists here and there.

Good performances by Barbera Shelley, who sadly died of COVID 19 earlier this year; and Jennifer Jayne, who can be seen alongside Conrad Phillips in The Adventures of William Tell, which is being rerun on Talking Pictures at the moment, on a Monday morning at 09:30; and Geoffrey Hibbert, who died in 1969 at the young age of 42. Jennifer Jayne is also no longer with us, having died in 2006 at the age of 74. All three actors are sadly missed for the great contribution that they made to British Television and Film.

The only thing that intrigued me about this film was the narration by Alan Baxter, who played the lead. Why was he referring to himself by the personal pronoun, "you", as if he was talking to someone else?

I found this to be a reasonably entertaining second feature..It is really a who did my do it rather than a whodunit. Alan Baxter is the parachuted in American lead.Rather interesting to see that he arrives at Victoria on the Golden Arrow London to Paris train.The train used to go on to the ferry at Dover and then go back on the rails at Calais. The problem with Baxter is that he really isn't quite the star needs for the role.The voice over narration is sort of a combination of Phillip Marloweand Sam Spade.However that said it still keeps you guessing and is undeserving of its current low rating. Probably this is due to Baxters rather low key performance and his lack of empathy with his leading lady.

Alan Baxter is a writer in London to punch up a play for producer Charles Clay. He settles in a hotel in the suburbs, where he discovers Barbara Shelley. She was a girlfriend who walked out on him with his last hundred dollars. Now she's married to Arthur Gomez, who owns the hotel, a club in London, and runs a fencing operation. Baxter and Miss Shelley work up a scheme to rob Gomez' safe in the club with an ironclad alibi. But their plan goes awry.

Baxter is an immobile drip in the movie, who offers a voice-over commentary throughout the movie in a nasal, creaking voice. Miss Shelley is alluring, and the whole thing is shot cheaply by director Charles Saunders, resulting in a watchable, if mediocre film.

Alan Baxter never amounted to much of an actor, and by 1957 he was increasingly involved in B and TV productions. In THE END OF THE LINE, he is plainly too old, dumpy and unfit to credibly interest female beauties of the caliber of Barbara Shelley and Jennifer Jayne, and that is apparent from the outset. Plus he is too wooden to convey any real emotional dilemma over the killing of a man he just planned to rob.

BIG minus there.

Charles Saunders does a passable job of directing, making competent use of a predictable screenplay whose best feature is a voiceover that comes in fits and starts and appears to be Selby (played by Baxter) ruminating over his downright avoidable decisions that inevitably lead him to crime.

Barbara Shelley has the plum role as the scheming femme fatale with strings pulled by subtle villain Ferdy Mayne, and the screen comes alive when those two are on it.

Photography is strictly standard.

Not a bad watch if you have 62' to spare.

Like a good number of British 'B' films made during the 1950s, this one offers a lead role for an imported American actor whose career had seen better days. In this instance Alan Baxter plays Mike Selby, a writer brought to England to give an American slant on a forthcoming play. The producer's daughter (Jennifer Jayne) finds him accommodation in a country hotel but this proves to be fateful. There he sees his former girlfriend Lilaine (Barbara Shelley) who is now married to Crawford, the hotel owner. She had originally run out on Mike to find someone with money but is now bored and apparently wants to rekindle their romance. After some initial resistance, Mike succumbs to her charms and is eventually persuaded to steal the jewellery that Crawford fences as a lucrative sideline. She concocts an elaborate alibi for him but things start to go wrong when Mike believes he has killed Crawford while stealing the jewels. Then he receives blackmail threats but who is blackmailing Mike, was Crawford really dead and what are Lilaine's real motives?

I was quite entertained by this second feature film which moves along nicely and throws in some twists along the way. However the performances of the two leads could not be more diverse. Alan Baxter seemed wooden and uneasy throughout whereas Barbara Shelley is cool and sexy. If fact her delivery at times reminded me of the young Lauren Bacall but sadly Baxter was no Humphrey Bogart. If possible, catch this film if only to see Barbara Shelley – she looks stunning.