Johnny on the Spot

Johnny is on the spot alright, but it makes for less than thrilling film with the blind character being the only high spot.

A word of advice Johnny. When you stumble on two dead bodies, get whacked on the head by a blind man's cane. Do not stop in the outside of the pub for a drink with blood falling from your head. You will only become a person of interest to the police.

At least Johnny Breakes finds romance as he goes about trying to clear his name.

This is a low budget B British thriller. The story is a mess, Hugh McDermott is bland with some kind of mid atlantic accent.

JOHNNY ON THE SPOT is one of the worst British crime films I've seen. Everything about it says that it's an entirely derivative effort with zero effort made in terms of writing, acting, and direction. The guy who wrote and directed it, Maclean Rogers, also helmed a handful of serviceable detective potboilers including some of the Paul Temple series, but this is his worst yet.

The film features the charisma-free Hugh McDermott as a guy who's released from prison before immediately blundering into a murder scene. He's apparently treated as a suspect by the non-existent police force, and must clear his name, with only the clue of an old blind man to go on. The plot that follows is completely incomprehensible and I still didn't have any idea what was happening as the credits rolled. Nothing about the film rings true, and it all feels obscured and murky.

The only interesting thing about JOHNNY ON THE SPOT is that a few of the supporting actors are well known from the period. Valentine Dyall, Ronald Leigh-Hunt, and Ronald Adam all make appearances here. The fresh-faced Scottish starlet Elspet Gray was married to British comedian Brian Rix, while McDermott appeared in the same year's DEVIL GIRL FROM MARS.

The credits of this inconsequential potboiler claim that Michael Cronin adapted the script from his own novel, which raises hopes swiftly dashed of a coherent plot. Maybe some of the pages got stuck together before he adapted it.

Characters slide in and out (notably Valentine Dyall and The Blind Pianist) without impacting on the narrative and everyone talks too much without taking anything very seriously. But the extensive location photography by veteran cameraman Geoffrey Faithfull is a breath of fresh air, everyone (especially the ladies) looks immaculate and there are plenty of familiar faces to keep you diverted.

One of the worst acted movies I've ever seen and I've seen tons of British crime thrillers. Thriller does not apply here. The girls are attractive and chirpy, small consolation.

A heavily laden, talkative crime drama, which left me none the wiser as to understanding the plot or even some of the characters. The blind pianist pops up every so often but there is no reason as to why he's involved in this muddled and confusing storyline. I'm not sure why the character 'Walter' played by Valentine Dyall suddenly disappears, as there was no explanation. The lack of a cohesive and accessible narrative of events must have left film goers at a loss as to what exactly was going on. The storyline would have been so much better with two British male leads but the films of the 50's demanded that at least one American actor to help with the distribution of the film in both the U.K. and the US. Thus we have Hugh McDermott and Paul Carpenter, who play the two Americans, exchanging cliched 'Chicago cops and dialogue' to give the film a gritty edge - but they end up trying too hard to establish their American cultural identity. Their tiresome American slang simply identifies them as cultural 'fish out of water' in a quintessentially English rural location. Another problem with the casting is that there are no youthful looking actors. Both men look middle aged, as does the main female star, Elspet Gray, who comes across as disinterested spectator. She has a difficult role as her part is largely sedentary, playing a one dimensional, middle class character, who seem totally emotionally detached as to the events which are taking place.. The whole thing is a mess.