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Dilemma (1962)
Worth an hour of your time
Now here's a dilemma -
What do you do when you come home early to your little semi-detached in commuter land to find the house empty apart from a dead body in your bathroom? Why, naturally, you draw the curtains and dig a hole in the middle of the living-room, don't you? Ignoring various neighbours asking for cups of tea and people fossicking around in your herbaceous border, your scheme is nearly foiled by the blind piano-tuner who.... Oh never mind...
On second thoughts, it's not too bad a suspense/drama thing, with a twist of course, and worth an hour of your time.
Beat Girl (1960)
I'm far gone, daddio!
What we've all been waiting for... Yes! It's another Christopher Lee strip-club!Hooray!Hurrah! But there's much more here. We have a (actually) 14 year-old Gillian Hills (later in Blow Up, when she'd reached the ripe age of 21), Jon Barry (and his Seven) doing the music and dreaming of James Bond, Adam Faith playing a beatnik-type-coffee bar-teenage-dreamboat... Everyone goes around saying "Daddio" and "Go, man, go" and "I'm real gone, man" and "Get out, you drivelling, jiving, beatnik scum" (honestly!), and not much happens... ..so they all go and play by having a drag race and then lying on a railway line and playing chicken...
And Then!
Someone called Laya Raki does an unbelievable striptease that will make your eyes water, (hers obviously did)...
And Then!!
Oliver Reed Starts Dancing!!...
Sorry, I need to go and lie down for a bit...
The Clouded Yellow (1950)
Hitchcocky and Hannayesque
A delightful little thriller opens with Trevor Howard in his Jag convertible and ends on a dockside in Liverpool. It's all thrills and spills as the ex-spy has to restart his career just as he's getting some serious R & R cataloguing butterflies (how British is that?).
Trevor Howard and Jean Simmons frolic from London to Newcastle-upon-Tyne to Liverpool (via Ullswater) - he's just been thrown out of MI5 or something, and she, you guessed it, is on the run, wrongly accused of murder. There's seedy docks, rolling Lake District hills, sheep, country pubs, coppers getting lost, waterfalls, a bunch of amateur cyclists, rooftop chases, and lots of Chinamen (don't ask), and it's all very Hitchcocky and Hannayesque...
..and a smashing example of British Noir...
They Made Me a Fugitive (1947)
Fantastic British post-war noir.
Well, what have we got here?
We've got a 1946/7 London - rainy, smog- and fog-ridden - swarming with sweaty, sadistic small-time black marketeers, hag-faced toothless harridan prostitutes, rat faced squealers, slimy grasses, heart-of-gold cashmere-wearing Judys, squalid, smoky dockside boozers, and bobbies in mackintoshes and capes (told you it was raining) getting run over and bashed over the coconut.
Enter ex-RAF Clem Morgan (Trevor Howard). He wants a bit of action with a gang led by sharp, smoothie, sadistic, snooker-playing knuckle-duster wielding Narcy (Narcissus)(Griffith Jones) - but he baulks at their drug (sherbert!) dealing side. So he's framed into a cop murder - very heavy stuff in immediate post-war England. But this isn't The Blue Lamp - it's nearer Jules Dassin's famous Night and the City and precedes both.
As well as a crackling script by Noel Langley we've got a runaway fugitive we know is innocent, more bobbies, more rain, and a head-butting, knife-throwing, rooftop-climbing finale.
A great British noir sadly often overlooked. See it!