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Odd Man Out is a terrific piece of cinema. It is set in Ireland and stars James Mason as Johnny McQueen; leader of an underground Irish organization that engage in a robbery that will enable the organisation to steal the funds it needs to continue it's activities. However, the heist goes sour. Events conspire against him, and Johnny ends up wounded and alone in the city of Belfast. The police then launch a huge manhunt to find the criminal and lead him to justice, and what follows is a desperate struggle by Johnny, and Johnny's friends, to get him to safety. Before the film starts, it claims that it is not about the state of Ireland at that time, but rather the effect that the state of the country has had on it's people; and that is exactly what the film does. The neutral people in the film are caught between whose side to be on; helping the police will keep them out of jail, and for some, make them feel like they are doing the right thing; but nobody wants to get on the wrong side of Johnny's "organisation", as that could also be detrimental to your survival. All of the characters in the film have some affiliation to the state, be it good for them or, more commonly, bad for them.

Odd Man Out is an adventure. It's an adventure about one man's struggle to get from point A to point B. Like all good adventure films, he meets people along the way; some that will help him, some that won't. It's exciting in this respect, but the film isn't only an adventure. As he did in his other masterpiece; The Third Man, Carol Reed succeeds in giving a thriller a great substance. That's one of things that's great about this film; on the surface, it's entertaining and therefore can be enjoyed by anyone, but if you take a look under it's skin, the film has depth also; which firmly places it in the "film buff" category of films. Odd Man Out clearly highlights the paranoia, values and fears of the era, and these are explored through the main character.

Odd Man Out is one of the best directed films that I've ever seen. Carol Reed is an excellent director, and one who is worthy of more acclaim. Here, he indulges in many tricks with the camera, including a terrific sequence that sees our hero see multiple images in a puddle of spilled beer. Reed pulls all of these tricks off, and none look out of place. Considering that this movie was made in 1947, it's a piece of technical wizardry. Reed also uses many different cinema styles at different times to further his story. The film is dramatic at certain points where the characters are interacting, but at the other end of the spectrum; it's very cinematic at certain times, most notably in the scenes that see Johnny being chased through the streets of Belfast. These scenes are extremely atmospheric and very aesthetically pleasing. Despite indulging in many different tricks and styles; the film is never gratuitous. Where another, lesser, director might have gone over the top; Reed doesn't, and it keeps the film very much on the level, which is to his, and this piece of art's credit.

Overall, Odd Man Out is a masterpiece that is on par with, if not better than The Third Man. It's a shame that it has seemingly been forgotten as this movie can surely take it's place among the best of all time. A glorious must see.

ODD MAN OUT is the kind of film that stays within your film memory long after you've seen it--as in my case, writing this from a memory seared by the experience of watching JAMES MASON in one of his greatest roles as Johnny McQueen, on the lam from the law after a botched robbery ends in the death of a man and he becomes a hunted animal.

Visually, the film is the dark and shadowy kind of film noir that has him stumbling into the cold and snowy landscape, wounded and intent on protecting himself from the elements and the mob of people who want to see him dead. Mason's predicament is much like Victor McLaglen's in THE INFORMER, where he finds himself an outsider with little chance of survival in a world where danger lurks everywhere for anyone caught in a web of intrigue and espionage.

While the IRA is never mentioned, we understand that this is the criminal organization Johnny led and his fate is more or less sealed once he is on the lam.

Brilliant direction by Carol Reed, an anguished performance by the wounded fugitive, JAMES MASON, and wonderful support from Kathleen Ryan and Robert Newton, makes this a superior character study of the good and evil in mankind.

Well worth seeing and probably one of Mason's most memorable roles.

Odd Man Out takes place in a period bad for the cause that the Irish Republican Army is espousing. It's after the end of the civil war in Ireland which in many ways was far bloodier and nastier than the original war for independence following the formation of the Dail by the members of Sinn Fein who withdrew from the British Parliament.

The Republican forces signed a truce out of sheer exhaustion, peace was necessary or there would have been no country left. Later on for goals like getting those six counties into the fold. Remnants of the IRA carried on, but with less and less public support. Remnants like the one James Mason is a commander of.

He's escaped from prison and the scars internal and external still show. His group is planning a robbery of linen mill payroll for money for the 'cause.' Unfortunately Mason kills a man, and is wounded himself and left behind by his fleeing comrades.

There's a big price on his head before for being a fugitive and now with murder added to it, the authorities will shoot first. The rest of the film is Mason's desperate struggle to stay alive and reach help and finding it not available.

James Mason said that Odd Man Out was his favorite film role and he credited Carol Reed's direction in giving him a career role. Best in the supporting cast is Robert Newton as the mad artist looking to paint him in the throes of death. The part calls for the kind of scenery chewing Newton was famous for and Carol Reed gives him just enough encouragement to get it right.

Odd Man Out led to James Mason's American screen contract with MGM after one more British production. It holds up very well today as a film about a man fighting for a cause that was losing enthusiasm among its believers, Mason included.

One of the most beautifully directed (Carol Reed) and photographed (Robert Krasker) films I have seen. The story revolves around the attempts of various citizens of Belfast to either aid, comfort or kill a wounded revolutionary gunman. A great deal has been written about this picture, concerning mostly its meaning, and I'm going to (heretically) skip over these issues and focus instead of why I think the film works so well as a piece of art rather than try to figure out what it's saying.

Essentially what Reed and Company have done is create a dark and gloomy urban landscape and made it seductive, even precious to us, by making us care about the people we meet there. Not that these are especially likable people. Many of them aren't, but they're presented fairly and, till near the end, without too much melodrama; and the way they're offered to us, which is to say their environments, vastly warmer and more enticing than the cold night streets the bleeding fugitive is staggering through, create a series of dramatic contrasts between the real world most of us have to move through, and the more imaginative, safer worlds of our homes, where we can retreat to, and imagine we are something else. The wounded Johnny McQueen can afford no such luxury on this bitter night, as each little warm nest offers, for a brief while, a ray of hope that this time he will come in from the cold for good, get warm, rest a little, have his wounds taken care of, and maybe even, if he gets really lucky, find himself a warm bed to sleep in.

Alas, this is not Johnny McQueen's night. Some of the people he encounters treat him decently enough for a while, till they figure out who he is, and then calculation sets in, and selfishness wins out in the end. The film is full of the kind of nocturnal yearnings anyone who has ever lived in a cold city feels as he walks the streets, whether to a pub or train station, home or restaurant, wondering what on earth he is doing out on a night such as this. One goes past this little rowhouse on a sidewalk, or that little walk-down cafe, and looks in the window, sees the people inside, and wishes one were there. Yet cold nights have their pleasures, and even rain has a beauty, as puddles reflect the light of streetlamps and rain-streaked windows make rooms that much more inviting.

Odd Man Out takes these moods, and the musings that accompany them, and raises everything to the max. Johnny isn't merely a man walking down a street, he's a hunted criminal. As we feel as he does, everything comes more intensely into focus than it would normally; as a phone booth can look like the most wonderful place in the world when the snow starts falling. The film makes us see and feel things as we seldom do in normal life, and the result is a kind of compulsive aestheticism that may well be accidental. Anything is or can be beautiful under the right circumstances, and all interior places are inviting when the temperature drops, one hasn't eaten in hours. I suspect that this wasn't the film-makers' intention, that they were hunting bigger game, looking for larger meanings, and the trappings of their picture were intended perhaps as incidental pleasures, or maybe not as pleasures at all. But it is precisely these things,--the visual tropes, not the philosophical and theological underpinnings--that I find most interesting and gratifying about the movie. In the end films have their own meaning, and this one makes me more attentive to the smaller things in life rather than the larger issues; to snow, rain, beer, to boots and overcoats, to the thin white blankets of snow that drape cities on winter nights.

"Odd Man Out" is far more than just a very good "cops and robbers" movie, although it can hold its own with most. Beneath that is a deep psychological drama as Johnny McQueen, an IRA rebel, wounded in a holdup, is pursued by police, his own gang, and several unsavory characters. McQueen becomes less of a man and more symbol to his hunters. He is viewed as a martyr, meal ticket, and art project. Robert Newton is excellent in his role as a half-mad artist who wants to hold Johnny just long enough to paint the expression in the eyes of a dying man. Intensely suspenseful, set in the working-class neighborhoods and slums, the gray atmosphere compliments the plot perfectly. One of James Mason's finest.

This is the film that brought James Mason to the attention of Hollywood. His Bravura performance as a wounded IRA leader hunted by the police, & various others for good & evil purposes Is of award caliber. Carol Reed`s direction is further proof a what a master director should be, This was one of the best movies of 1947 & I think it is one of the best movies of all time. The Oscar went to Gentlemans Agreement in 1947 a good film but does not compare to this or Great Expectations, also a 1947 release.

In the Northern Ireland, Johnny McQueen (James Mason) is the leader of an underground organization that needs funds to keep it in action. Johnny was in prison and has broken jail. His hideout for the last six months is in the house of Kathleen Sullivan (Kathleen Ryan), who has fallen in love with him, and her grandmother.

Johnny plots a factory heist to raise funds but the scheme does not work as planned and Johnny is wounded and kills a man. The clumsy driver of the runaway car panics and leaves Johnny on the street. The police organize a manhunt with a great number of policemen while Johnny's gang seeks him out. While trying to reach the hideout, Johnny is helped and betrayed while Kathleen and a priest try to find salvation for him.

"Odd Man Out" is a film about human reactions, feelings and emotions in a large scale manhunt. The plot is politically neutral and never makes any reference to the IRA or to Belfast and that is clear in the very end. Johnny McQueen may belong to IRA or to a mafia and this is not important for the film.

Carol Reed uses a magnificent camera-work associated to angles and shadows to disclose a gloomy thriller without redemption. The Brazilian DVD released by Cult Classic Distributor has no synchronization between images and subtitles and it is very difficult to follow the dialogs. My vote is seven.

Title (Brazil): "O Condenado" ("The Condemned")

The settings and photography of this film are absolutely outstanding, Johnny's hiding place, Shell's odd room full of canaries, the elaborate Victorian tavern,the snow covering Johnny as he lies unconscious. I love the Third Man but this is by far my favorite Carol Reed production. It is slow and contemplative and transforms essential theological and philosophical concepts into visual media. It is strange and almost at times hallucinatory, but after all Johnny is often hallucinating in his pain and fever and this dreamlike quality is quite appropriate -- the slow thoughts of a man before he dies, as he tries to figure out what it was about and where he may be going. Reed does so much with film without dialog -- his close-ups of faces, his soft, dark streets and odd angles turn very difficult concepts and feelings into a visual masterpiece. I am always surprised to see how little commentary, what short shrift this excellent film is given

Very unusual film, this. Haunting. I'm not a big fan of James Mason but he is excellent in this.

An unnamed organisation (the IRA) in an unnamed Norhern Irish city (Belfast) carry out an armed robbery that goes wrong. Johnny ends up shot, dying and on the run. The movie tracks the multiple stalking of this wounded, dying creature. Everyone wants a piece of him for different reasons.

Why the IRA and Belfast aren't named I don't know - perhaps the politics of the time caused this.

Some aspects of the movie have dated somewhat, but much of it remains gripping and fascinating.

Harold Pinter refers to it constantly in his play Old Times and you can imagine that a young Pinter would have been influenced by this movie.

Check this one out, for sure.

The next time you're in the mood for a tense, well-acted, rather unsettling drama, check out Carol Reed's overlooked British drama Odd Man Out. While it received a BAFTA for Best British Film, hardly anyone in America has ever heard of it.

James Mason stars as the head of an Irish rebellious group, and he's been staying with his girlfriend, Kathleen Ryan, for six months, hiding from the police since his escape from prison. While in the middle of a robbery with his fellow members, Robert Beatty, Cyril Cusack, and Dan O'Herlihy, James gets shot. The rest of the movie both moves quickly and drags, as James tries to stay alive and away from the police. Kathleen helps hide him, but he's losing blood and there are several witnesses who could, at any point, give him up.

James Mason gives a fantastic performance, and it's a credit to his talent that he'd able to carry a movie while spending most of his time with very little energy because of a gunshot wound. He's truly magnetic-and it doesn't hurt that he looks incredibly handsome-and easily gains the audience's sympathy even though he's a criminal. If you're a James Mason fan, you're definitely going to want to rent this one. Just keep in mind it's heavy, and pretty violent for its time.

Carol Reed directed some of cinemas best. The classic "Third Man" is superbly shot in night-time just post-war Vienna with a compelling, driving script by Graham Greene and a star performance from Orson Wells.

Odd Man Out gets the full Third Man treatment - the great direction, the photography, the location shooting, a starry lead. But not a coherent story or tone. Some of it is frankly crass and irritating. Robert Newton - once again - plays a wild-eyed boisterous drunk as per "Outcast of the Islands. The dying of IRA martyr figure "Johnny" (Mason) is infinitely drawn out for almost the length of the film against which Newton's shorter but still overlong OTT turn as the drunken artist is a comic diversion which sits very uncomfortably with the body of the film. So too the whimsical elderly comic nark who craftily tries to turn Johnny in for the £1000 reward (£50,000? in today's money). The extravagant scene towards the end where Johnny tries loudly (it should have been troubled and feverishly) to square his actions on behalf of the IRA with his Catholic faith descends into bathos. The film is visually splendid, full of incident, characters and performances, indeed too much. But Mason is off-form and gives a dialed in performance as if not being convinced by the whole thing.

There may well be a great film inside here, waiting to be edited and perhaps 30 minutes removed. Robert Newton was a great actor, it's not his fault here but the removal of the entirety of his scenes would be a good start and distinct improvement.

I read that this was Roman Polanskis favorite film. Though I can't see why. It is, in my opinion, an average or less then average melodrama. Their are to be sure some interesting moments, and some lovely visuals; but ultimately it is an overlong, drawn out affair. Much like the way James Mason dies in the movie.

It is the winter of 1946-47. Johnny McQueen (James Mason) is a revered leader of the Irish Republican Army in Belfast, Northern Ireland. Recently escaped from prison, he plans to rob a mill to provide funds for the organization though his colleagues urge him not to be involved. Awarded Best British Film at the British Academy Awards and nominated for an Oscar for Best Editing, Odd Man Out, directed by Carol Reed (The Third Man), is the story of a botched robbery that leads to murder and the attempt of a seriously wounded man to elude capture. Pursued by "The Inspector" (Dennis O'Dea), Johnny is helped by Kathleen Sullivan (Kathleen Ryan), a young IRA woman who loves him and tries to smuggle him out of the city. He wanders helplessly in the dark streets and alleys of Belfast, buffeted by rain and snow, living in cellars with derelicts, constantly exposed to danger, looking more like a walking zombie than a revolutionary. The tone of the film is dark and Kafkaesque with its thin line between reality and nightmare.

Johnny is one of Mason's best roles especially during the early part of the film but he is submerged in the second half by a string of exaggerated supporting characters that include a demented painter Lukey (Robert Newton) who wants to paint his death mask, a priest (W.G. Fay) who wants to save his soul, sisters Rosie and Maudie (Fay Compton and Beryl Measor) who give him shelter but force him out, and con man Shell (F.J. McCormick) who wants to use him to make money. Odd Man Out is not a political film or even a suspense thriller but a surreal allegory of the limits of man's compassion. When Lukey looks at Johnny and says, "I understand what I see in him. The truth about us all", we can see ourselves -- running for our life, scared and alone, awaiting the encroaching night.

James Mason is the "Odd Man Out" in this 1947 film directed by Carol Reed, also starring Cyril Cusack, Robert Newton, Wilford Brambell and Kathleen Ryan.

Mason plays Johnny McQueen, the well-known head of the Irish Republican Army in Belfast. Though he has just escaped from prison, he plans a mill robbery to get funds for his organization and insists on going along with his colleagues.

He ends up killing a man and becomes badly wounded himself. Fleeing the scene, his colleagues are unable to get him completely into the car and he falls out.

What follows is a fascinating and gut-wrenching journey as Johnny, half-dead, wanders the rainy and snowy streets trying to get back to his girlfriend's (Ryan) place.

People want McQueen for a variety of reasons - the police's are obvious; his clergyman wants to provide comfort and help him make his peace with God; an artist (Robert Newton) wants to paint him (shades of "Road to Perdition"), his girlfriend wants to get him aboard a ship to escape, an old man wants the reward...and some people don't want any part of him and would rather he just died in the street, well away from them. As he becomes weaker, he is treated like a sack of flour.

Carol Reed, as with "The Third Man" uses the filming locations to great advantage to create a gloomy atmosphere full of shadows and dark streets. One almost feels the cold and wet.

This is one of James Mason's best performances - his Irish brogue is flawless and his suffering magnificent. As opposed to many in the cast, he underplays, making everyone around him seem hyper - as indeed, at the sight of him, many of the characters are.

A very powerful and thought-provoking film that won't leave you with very good thoughts about humanity, if you had any.

James Mason gives the performance of a lifetime as a dying IRA-man.

There's little I can say to add to others' description of the movie except for a few historical notes:

The city _is_ Belfast. It was shot on the streets - according to my Grandfather most outside scenes had huge audiences. The Bar which McQueen ends up in is the Crown Bar, on Great Victoria Street. The exterior of the actual bar is seen although a replica of the inside is seen. This is an architecturally beautiful bar and well worth a visit!

Mason wins the viewers' pity for a dying rebel. Remember, this is the 'old' IRA and not the latter-day thugs we are familiar with. From the outset you feel sympathy for the man and this increases as you are taken through the last hours of his life.

It is hard to get on video, though BBC2 (UK) usually shows it round Christmas. Set your video!

Odd Man Out is regarded as a landmark thriller that deals with the subject of Irish terrorism in Northern Ireland. Long before the Troubles reared its head in the late 1960s.

James Mason plays Johnny McQueen, escaped from prison, he has been in hiding for six months and is a bigwig in an anti British government criminal organisation in Northern Ireland.

McQueen and his gang rob a payroll in a mill. While fleeing, Johnny has a funny turn, he gets involved in a struggle and shoots a man dead. Johnny is shot in the arm himself.

Left behind by his gang, bleeding, injured and pursued by the police. Johnny tries to get to safety. There is a manhunt for him and a reward offered. Not everyone can be trusted as Johnny lurches from one place to another. Some do not want to know him, others want to sell him out.

Director Carol Reed tries to elicit sympathy for Johnny. This is done at the beginning with Johnny contemplating if violence is the answer to the sectarianism in Northern Ireland. Even Johnny's friends are worried if he is up for the payroll job.

The politics of Northern Ireland is not explicit. As a crime thriller of a man on the run, it is not sharp or focused as Reed's later film, The Third Man.

Johnny hallucinates several times, his girl Kathleen worries about him. It drags on for too long as Johnny ends up meeting too many strange characters such as painter Lukey (Robert Newton) who wants to draw him.

Johnny McQueen is an IRA leader who breaks out of prison and for 6 months hides out at the house of adoring Kathleen. Here he plots a robbery of a Belfast mill to fund his underground organisation, the robbery doesn't go to plan and Johnny kills a man in a struggle outside the mill, he himself is shot and fails to make the getaway with his accomplices...

If ever there was a film that defines the statement of film on canvass then this is it, it's a gorgeous piece of work relying on striking imagery and dialogue driven smartness to realise the demise of Johnny McQueen. We watch (and listen intensely) as Johnny lurches through the back streets of Belfast knowing he is dying, he has most of the city looking for him, be it the law, or friends, or those that want to cash in on him, his destiny is not so much carved in stone, but more like written in blood in the snow.

The amazing feeling I got with this film is that I felt like I was dying as well, and I think that is one of the film's great strengths, director Carol Reed and cinematographer Robert Krasker put you into the mindset of McQueen, the doom hangs heavy, the distortion and hallucinogenic free fall for the last reel hangs heavy on the viewer, it's a stifling masterclass. Some of the shots are beautiful, especially once the snow starts to fall to accentuate the Victorian backdrops, but consistently we also get moist and misty cobbled streets lit by gas lamps, providing moody shadows of humans and buildings alike. While Krasker offers up his photographic atmospherics, Reed excels with scenes such as portraits forming together in front of McQueen, or faces appearing in spilled beer bubbles; images wrung out of McQueen's feverish mind.

James Mason as Mcqueen is brilliant, and yet he doesn't get long periods of dialogue here, the script doesn't call for it, yet the performance is simply wonderful, with just one look of desperation Mason acts out of the top draw. There are a number of great characters in the film, like borderline insane artist Lukey (a bountiful turn from Robert Newton), or bum for a pound Shell (F.J. McCormick), no character is merely a walk on part, they all add weight to this clinically structured piece of work. The score by William Alwyn is right on the money and integral to realising the film's thematic heart, and the ending is noir nirvana, it took me 5 minutes to digest it fully during the close credits. A haunting and poetic piece of work, that rare old beast that is bleakly beautiful. 9/10

Carol Reed fans who are looking for another Third Man will be disappointed by this earlier picture, which has some great cinematography and stylish touches but lacks a story or enough interesting characters. It begins promisingly by focussing on the tensions within a rebel gang in Belfast but, after the inevitable heist, degenerates into an episodic ramble though the city streets, James Mason playing a mannequin's role as a wounded man incapable of sustained dialogue or action. Robert Newton goes to the other extreme, overacting his part as an eccentric artist, though there are good performances elsewhere in the cast. People who know more than me about film-making will appreciate this film for it's cinematic technique, but it dates very badly as a piece of entertainment.

James Mason stars as an IRA member who gets wounded and spends a long dark night being shuttled from one hiding spot to another by people who either honestly want to help or use him for their own personal gain.

This is a strange film from Carol Reed, and a bleak one. It has a very cynical attitude about humanity, and a major downer of an ending. I wanted to like it more than I did, because I like Reed so much and the setting appealed to me. But it's very episodic in nature and hard to get into; we're supposed to feel compassion for Mason, but only because we're told to, not because the movie builds an argument for doing so. Mason's character is a blank slate whom we learn nothing about, so the film is a series of scenes detailing what may or may not happen to a random stranger. I get it, we're supposed to feel compassion for him not because we know him but simply because he's a fellow human being, an attitude that we're then supposed to extend to both sides of the IRA issue (or any war for that matter). But I can't help but feel the movie could have done a better job of making that point.

Grade: B-