Il mistero dell'idolo nero

This is quite an engaging story of a man "Logan" (William Franklyn) who comes to on a bombed-out Wapping waste ground with a bloody head. On returning home, he discovers from wife "Julie" (Moira Redmond) that he has been AWOL for three weeks - and he has no idea what happened in the intervening time. It soon becomes clear that his mysterious disappearance is connected with his business - he designs and instals safes - and he must try and piece to gather what happened. Neither the writing (it's a bit repetitive) nor Franklyn are great, to be honest, but Nigel Green and Leonard Sachs (with Tony Booth) help chivvy things along now and again. It's pretty obvious why "Logan" was the target, but the perpetrators remain a mystery til quite near the end and as low budget Butcher's efforts go, this is up in their upper echelons with a smidgen of psychology injected into the plot, too. Could have done without Ronnie Hall and his crooning, though....!

Lance Comfort was no bad director, and he made quite a number of very sustained thriller dramas of lasting interest, although it's obvious he never could work with any sufficient budget - most of his films are of the B level, and that's glaringly obvious in this one: almost all scenes, except for a few street scenes in the dark, are indoors in flats, a cellar, the Blue Baboon night club and the cottage way out in the country, which is only used for being blown up. The weakness of this thriller is, like in so many squeezed thrillers, that so many threads are left incomplete. The murder of the blonde, for instance, is just left behind without any further questions or reports, neither in the papers nor by the police. The death of Bruno is also left without any further notice. William Franklyn at least makes a plausible case, he manages well like all the actors, and it's a relief to learn that both the doctor and the wife had nothing to do with the plot. The boy introducing the case is one of the most important parts. It's a great plot up to Lance Comfort's best standard, and he was actually best at making B-films rising up to a higher level, like the excellent "Temptation Harbour" of 1947.

William Franklyn is a normal, middle-class fellow. He's got a business installing extra-secure safes for jewelers. He's got a pretty staff, a wife and a mistress. His trouble is he just woke up in the middle of an old bomb site with no memory of what he's been doing for a long time. His wife, Moira Redmond, says he's been missing for weeks. His girl friend agrees to meet him at their cottage. When he gets there, it blows up.

It's an interesting start that suggests D. O. A., but Franklyn, alas, is no Edmond O'Brien, and despite some nice camera work by Basil Emmott, it turns into a rather ordinary crime thriller, decently directed by the competent Lance Comfort. The ubiquitous Nigel Green and Michael Balfour have reasonable supporting roles.

Pit of Darkness is a British B film about safe maker Richard Logan (William Franklyn) waking up dazed and confused in some wasteland. He has amnesia and he went missing for three weeks.

When he arrives home his wife Julie (Moira Redmond) is shocked to see him. She thought he has been having an affair and gone off with another woman. Julie even hired a private detective who wound up dead.

When he gets back to the office Richard tries to put together what happened to him. Slowly some memories return in a hazy fashion. Her wife's voice signifying that she is being threatened. A blond young woman who was getting a bit flirty.

Some press cuttings missing from his firm. There has been a recent robbery where a safe installed by his firm was broken into. Richard get suspicious of her secretary's boyfriend who is always hanging about.

A few clues lead Richard to a nightclub owned by a man called Conrad. Maybe Richard was forced to rob a safe against his will.

An entertaining B movie. With a few flaws such as why the baddies keep Richard a fair few times. The security in Richard and his partner's firm was shocking. They seem to employ all sorts.

Amnesia is a staple of film noir and has been dealt with memorably, if you'll pardon the pun, in dozens of films such as Street of Chance (1942), Somewhere in the Night (1946), Home at Seven (1952) and Spellbound (1945). More recently, Colin Farrell lost his memory in Total Recall (2012) which some will no doubt label as a techno-noir. This film, however, is easily forgotten. Lance Comfort was a prolific director. Looking at the list of films I've seen this year I come across Tomorrow at Ten (1962), Bedelia (1946), Hatter's Castle (1941,) Breaking Point (1961), The Painted Smile (1962), Rag Doll(1962), and Hotel Reserve (1944), all directed by Comfort, and all superior to this absurdly plotted, oddly photographed (there are several pointless, lingering close-ups of William Franklyn, Bruno Barnabe, Nanette Newman et al) and poorly acted (especially by Franklyn, who gives underacting a bad name) programmer that would have been more effective at the 50-60 minutes mark rather the thrill-less 77 I sat through. Still, this time tomorrow I won't remember a thing about this dud.