Review of Danger on My Side

It makes me wonder what some reviewers expect from the films they comment on. Bear in mind the eras in which the films were made before damning them for simplicity of plots, locations, props. And why they were made. Just as now, they were made to make money, and to put bums on seats while taking people's minds away from the 'drab, weary lives' they were living.

I've just watched it again on Talking Pictures TV. Having lived in west London, I was reminded of some of the places I knew. The boat was by the Thames, at the old brick arch Walton bridge with the Bailey bridge duplicate beside it. Now both replaced by a single span reinforced concrete bridge.

Those who can, make films. Those who can't, review them.