Crosstrap

This crime thriller is one of many that the British film industry churned out quickly and cheaply in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Some titles managed to overcome their limitations and emerge as taut pieces of superb character drama that remain powerful some fifty years later. Alas, Crosstrap is not one of them.

Briefly, it's plot concerns a young married couple celebrating their anniversary with a return to a remote romantic haven only to find that is now being utilised by a gang of jewel thieves who take them prisoner. This gang in turn are soon under siege from a rival gang of crooks, which makes their captors more desperate and limits the chances of the husband and wife escaping with their lives even further.

Sadly, the film frequently gives the impression that it has been thrown together with little thought. Many shots just don't match up, with jarring changes between studio work and location filming, and lighting levels are inconsistent, with a character appearing in twilight, then broad daylight, then twilight again in a single sequence.

The incidental music seldom reflects the events that are unfolding on screen.

The plot seems hopelessly confused at times and largely centers on the lead villain allowing an instant and unlikely infatuation with the young woman to risk the success of the whole operation. The gang are waiting for an aircraft to arrive for them, so naturally they have chosen a densely wooded area to facilitate this move. Hmmm....

The characters themselves range from the bland to the mildly interesting, and that's about as good as this one gets, unfortunately. It might help you pass an hour, but there are much better examples of the genre out there to be found.

Married couple Gary Cockrell and Jill Adams rent an isolated cottage so that he can finish a book. What they don't know is that a gang of crooks headed by Laurence Payne has been using the place as a hideout and a place to store loot.

Payne's got a lot to contend with, a rival mob outside as he waits for a plane in the morning to get away and a moll played by Zena Marshall who ain't happy with his attentions to Adams.

Marshall steals this film whenever she's on screen a woman you do not scorn. Sadly though this one is one of those quota quickies or at least has the look of one from the old days in the 30s in Great Britain.

Anyone familiar with the later work of director Robert Hartford-Davis will not be unduly surprised at the nihilism and sleaziness of his debut feature, with a noisy jazz score by Steve Race.

An early home invasion film following in the footsteps of 'The Petrified Forest', 'The Desperate Hours' and 'Private Property; complete with the creepy sexual element the latter had recently introduced to the genre. Despite the heroine remarking upon the prettiness of the countryside surrounding the holiday home upon which two rival criminal gangs converge, the bleakness of the surrounding landscape actually heightens the general grimness of the piece.

The creaky production values (not helped by the fuzziness of what may be the only surviving print) at first makes it resemble a old TV play, but it's air of ill-contained violence (and lust) - not to mention the abandon with which guns get waved about - would at the time have emphatically have made it drive-in fodder had they then had drive-ins in Britain...

A young couple arrive at their dream weekend away house only to find they're in the middle of a case of handbags at ten paces between two rival gangs. As a plot, it could have worked so much better if the script, direction, editing, incidental music etc etc were handled with more care and attention, but after all this is a quickie churned out from Twickenham studios, with the urbane Laurence Payne, who appears to be the B films answer to James Mason, in the lead role.

As mentioned in previous reviews, Payne's character takes a sudden interest in Jill Adams, all sensible shoes and cardie, while Zena Marshall (soon to set the screen on fire with her turn in 'Dr No'), is relegated to the part of scorned lover.

Gary Cockrell ("Geoff") and his wife Jill Adams ("Sally") retreat to an isolated rural house so he can concentrate on finishing his magnum opus. Once there, however, peace and quiet is the last thing they get. The discover a corpse in the bathtub and are soon inundated by Laurence Payne ("Duke") and his gang of hoodlums who have been using the remoteness of the house as an ideal base to fence their stolen goods. It's got quite an irritating jazz-style soundtrack, the ambitious attempt to film outdoors makes the lighting dingy and the over-complicated plot is far too clunkily scripted to keep your attention from straying elsewhere. Payne and Adams - alongside Zena Marshall "Rina" try their best, but it's all just too feeble and the ending is daft.