Black Orchid

Black Orchid (1953)

A smart, crisp, and very British kind of drama with a touch of murder thrown in. It has a flavor of a classic whodunit, but it's never quite seen from the point of view of someone who has to solve the crime. Rather, we are wrapped up in this upper class world (at one point a woman says, as an apology, that she has just one gardener), and the crossed loves of two or three or maybe four of the characters becomes the meat of it. It is a deceptively noir titled movie, directed by British workaday director Charles Saunders, but it's not a noir one bit.

For movie buffs there is the wonderful Leslie Howard's son, Ronald, who has an amazing resemblance (and something less of a presence) on the screen. Ronald Howard had a middling career, and many less than stellar performances on stage, and then screen, and then lots of telly, including a series of 39 episodes as Sherlock Holmes.

More impressive by far is his wife, played by Mary Laura Wood, an even lesser known actress of mostly 50s era dramas and some t.v. Here she is sharp and alive, so taut you are never sure what she's about to do or say next. And she was in almost nothing else you can get your hands on, so enjoy her for what she's worth. There are several good secondary performances, as well, and indeed, if anything lifts this movie up a bit, it's the committed, convincing acting all around.

And the clever, if formulaic, plot.

This one comes on the ABC often, and almost every time it does I manage to catch it either watching it or setting tape to record it. It's a great little film. Just sits around the hour mark but for that hour you have a lot of stuff packed in.

The leads were believable despite the short run time and I liked the whole mystery aspect of it. I found that enjoyable despite the fact I've seen the film like a gazillion time in repeats and it's one of those little gems, that if you blink you will miss so to speak.

Again I'd recommend this movie to anyone looking for a nice mystery to watch.

6/10 from me.

Ronald Howard stars in "Black Orchid," also starring Olga Edwards, Mary Laura Wood, and Sheila Burrell. Howard is a successful doctor in an unhappy marriage who wants to divorce his wife and marry her sister. Under British law, this is not possible unless his wife happens to be dead. You can guess the rest.

Howard at some angles and certainly in his mannerisms resembles his famous father. He gives a smooth performance, but one not particularly filled with emotion. The meatier roles go to Sheila Burrell as his wife's loyal maid, and Mary Laura Wood as the cold wife.

This is one of those short British cheapies, which I happen to like for some reason. They're always very familiar, and it's like sitting down with an old friend. And I did want to see Ronald Howard, best known for his Sherlock Holmes.

These movies, and there are hundreds of them, are all of a piece. If you've seen one, you've seen all of them.

Yes they were Russell Napier as Capt. Stanley Lord and Tucker McGuire as The Unsinkable Molly Brown the latter credited in "Black Orchid"(1953) as "American Woman" in the travel agency - (blink and you will miss her).And to clear up an above user who commented that at one point a woman apologized she "had only one gardener", well it was the wife of the publisher of "Eric Blair" literary joke ha ha, played by Patrick Barr.The latter being miscast as he normally played professional honest roles like "Mutt" Summers in "The Dam Busters" (1955).

Whenever a character has his car tampered with by the murderer sawing through brake pipes in a downhill ride, I find myself screaming at the screen "Turn off the ignition and change down gears and use the side of the road to brake your speed".I accept compulsory safety belts were some time off into the future.Another annoying trait occurred when a complete stranger (nice Christine) knocks at the door and a maid lets her in unmonitored even saying she will be going off duty leaving the house apparently unoccupied.Another stupid mistake in films occurs when the murderer insists on acknowledging his crime and explaining his motive unbidden to a stranger.

I suspected the maid Annette had lesbian leanings for Sophie her boss, the estranged wife of Dr.John Winnington (Ronald Howard) but of course film producers could not deal with same sex love on screen in 1953.Anyway it kept my attention for an hour so I awarded it 6/10.

I will not deal about the plot, which you can easily pick up from elsewhere, and focus rather on my own critical impressions as a simple viewer.

To state it in a sentence: if you decide to abstain from more precise puncualizations you can still enjoy the film.

The main problem (minor flairs are also present) is: evidence is lacking, both when the first suspect is sentenced to death, and when, later, the two amateur detectives - by sheer luck - come across some clues that make them assume (without any certainty, again) who the real murderer might be. The filmmakers were undoubtely aware of that impasse, as the only way they could possibly conceive to make clear who really "did it" is the criminal's own confession.