Murder at 3am

The interesting part of this quota quickie is the presence of Philip Saville. He plays Edward King, a crime writer who is engaged to marry Joan. The sister of Inspector Lawson (Dennis Price.)

Joan had a whirlwind romance with Edward who is struggling writer and helps out Lawson in his latest case.

A series of attacks on young well to do women, all taking place at 3 O'Clock in the morning. The women were killed and robbed.

The dead women all left London nightclubs just before they shut. Edward notices a pattern regarding the names of the clubs.

Only Inspector Lawson soon suspects Edward King himself. He uses his own sister as bait to trap Edward.

It was surprising to see Price doing B movies so early in his career. This is cheap and looks cheap. It even drags out its short run time. The twist at the end is hard to take and is off the wall.

Philip Saville gave up acting by the end of the 1950s. He made his name as a television director. His landmark dramas include Boys from the Blackstuff and The Life and Loves of a She-Devil.

Dennis Price stars as a Scotland Yard police inspector who with sidekick Sergeant Rex Garner gets an assignment to find out who is doing a series of murders on women coming home from nightclubs in and around three o'clock in the morning. As it is barely an hour we don't get too much in the way of character development and no real great reason why the killer is doing what he's doing.

These B films as they would be called here are called 'quota quickies' on the other side of the pond. Accent on the quickie here because this film sure has a hurried quality to it. The producers just wanted to get this one off the assembly line and before the British movie-going public in a big hurry.

Complicating things is the fact that Price has a sister played by Peggy Evans who is going out with Philip Savile who comes under suspicion. Of course there's a real good reason why he's under suspicion, but I'll save that in case one wants to see it.

I have to warn you that the copy I rented from Amazon has some horrible sound quality. I hope the public when they saw it in the theaters wasn't similarly inconvenienced.

Denis Price is visibly aging from the lean and furtive looking young leading man of the forties to the jaded spivs he later made his comeback as in this very low budget police procedural that manages a bizarre final twist despite clocking in at only an hour in length.

The low budget, general air of amateurishness and bizarre organ score by Eric Spear actually makes the film authentically creepier than better budgeted films of its era (enhanced by atmospheric photography by S.D.Onions). Making the killer motivated purely by robbery for his early morning attacks on unprotected women doesn't ring true, though (especially as Price himself had played a thinly-disguised Neville Heath a few years earlier in 'Holiday Camp').

B Movies, in this case D or E movies do not come much better to British lovers of old long forgotten gems of which this is a crackerjack. It Has all the ingredients to delight, a terrible central lead, a silly plot, a villain known as MISTER X, and a mystery you will never see it coming twist ending, that is outrageously terrible. The second unit photography of London streets and scenes, that centers on the Thames river scene of 65 years ago is an entertainment in it's own, while the plot is like a watered down saturday morning serial, and all the more marvelous for it. I loved this movie, it is a hoot, a classic when terrible is actually wonderful. Do watch and do enjoy!

Police inspector Dennis Price is called on to investigate a string of murders. The victims are women, their jewelry and cash is taken, and the murders always take place about 3AM. As the investigation advances, he comes to believe the perpetrator is Philip Saville, the boyfriend of his sister, Peggy Evans.

It's a cheap quota quicky directed by uninspired director Francis Searle. Price doesn't offer much in the way of an interesting performance. He is too unemotional and efficient, with no sign of brilliance, resulting in something like a procedural movie; it's a type of mystery that doesn't appeal to me. In addition, Eric Spear has provided an overwrought score performed on the organ that is downright annoying.