I enjoyed reading the other contributor views on this board for "The Sleeping Tiger", particularly since I don't know anything about director Joseph Losey's political leanings and his team-ups with actor Dirk Bogarde. Taking the picture at face value, I had some trouble right from the get-go with Dr. Clive Esmond's (Alexander Knox) willingness to bring a common street thug into his home for the purpose of rehabilitation. Considering the doctor's age, one would surmise that he would have had enough time in his professional career to figure out that this strategy would have a predictably low success rate. After catching Frank (Bogarde) and icy veined wife Glenda (Alexis Smith) in the kitchen together, you would think he would have 'gotten it', but he still remains strangely accepting of his patient's living arrangements.
Still, it's kind of fascinating to see these characters go through their paces. London's Metro Club was the perfect destination for Glenda to experience the 'other' side, enticed by Frank's admonition to "go downstairs and put on something..., a little cheaper". For someone who despised rude behavior and bad manners, Glenda willingly casts aside those reservations for a veritable walk on the wild side because of her boring and stuffy marriage to Clive. All fairly predictable.
Actually it's those Metro Club scenes that sparked the most interest for me, a jazzy precursor to the decade later birth of the British sound. You have to keep an eye on some of the dance partners who appear downright goofy, and was it just me, or did Frank's chummy squeeze from the Metro wear the same dress on three different occasions. Just an observation.
Well even if the story stretches credibility to the breaking point, it's bound to hold your interest in a train wreck sort of way. I really had to groan when the finale brought the sleeping tiger connection to the title in a visually jarring way with the crash through that road sign. Does anyone have ANY idea what that sign was all about?
Still, it's kind of fascinating to see these characters go through their paces. London's Metro Club was the perfect destination for Glenda to experience the 'other' side, enticed by Frank's admonition to "go downstairs and put on something..., a little cheaper". For someone who despised rude behavior and bad manners, Glenda willingly casts aside those reservations for a veritable walk on the wild side because of her boring and stuffy marriage to Clive. All fairly predictable.
Actually it's those Metro Club scenes that sparked the most interest for me, a jazzy precursor to the decade later birth of the British sound. You have to keep an eye on some of the dance partners who appear downright goofy, and was it just me, or did Frank's chummy squeeze from the Metro wear the same dress on three different occasions. Just an observation.
Well even if the story stretches credibility to the breaking point, it's bound to hold your interest in a train wreck sort of way. I really had to groan when the finale brought the sleeping tiger connection to the title in a visually jarring way with the crash through that road sign. Does anyone have ANY idea what that sign was all about?