The Argyle Secrets

If, like Ben Mankewiecz the other night, I were to extol the tragic, shamefully HUAC truncated career of writer/director Cy Enfield, this agressively ordinary murder/espionage mystery with way too much dull narration and a rather flat acting job by lead William Gargan would not be my first choice as evidence. Think I'd go with either "Zulu" or "Hell Drivers" instead. Still, it's always nice to see the future June Cleaver get clocked and Enfield brings the thing in at under seventy minutes, which is almost always a plus in these kinds of el cheapo Saturday matinee type deals. C plus.

D. C. insider and investigative reporter Allen Pierce has returned to town, but immediately ends up in the hospital. He tells junior reporter Harry Mitchell (William Gargan) about "The Argyle Album". After leaving the room, Harry returns to find him dead. Harry wants a head start on the story and convinces the photographer to delay reporting the death. By the time the doctor arrives, there is a knife stuck in Allen's body, and the photographer has been stabbed to death. Harry goes on the run and searches for the album without knowing what it is.

I really love the premise. It becomes not much more than a McGuffin hunt. I would like more paranoia and more kinetic action. This movie needs some car chases and a few foot chases. I like some of the villains, but they could be more compelling. The ending is a little anti-climatic. I would have expected a victim of the blackmail come hunting for it. This has a great start, but the movie isn't able to elevate above its B-movie nature.

Stylish B starring William Gargan and two TV moms - Barbara Billingsley and Marjorie Lord, along with John Banner, and Ralph Byrd.

Similar to the Maltese Falcon, Gargan is Harry Mitchell, a newspaperman who is singled out among a bunch of newspapermen at the hospital to see an injured reporter. The reporter gives him an album cover for "The Argyle Album" but before he can say much more, he is dead, supposedly from a heart attack. Rip back the covers and there's a knife in his heart. Mitchell takes off.

The Argyle Album is an album with the names of people who profited from the war, traitors and people who made deals feathering their nests no matter who won.

Everyone is after it, including Lord and a gang of tough guys. Barbara Billingsley plays the dead reporter's secretary.

There were some neat things in this - spiral effects with swirls when Mitchell is knocked unconscious; and the cop who comes home, says goodbye to Mitchell, a former neighbor, and then opens the newspaper to his wanted photo on the front page.

Reminiscent of another fast talker, Lee Tracy, Gargan's voice box was removed in 1958 due to cancer, and from thereon he had an artificial voice box. While it stopped his career, he became an anti-cancer spokesperson for the American Cancer Association, living for another 21 years.

Very rare low-budget film from director Endfield (Zulu) plays like a not-bad student film version of The Maltese Falcon-- the supporting performances aren't always convincing but there are nice touches of visual imagination and good pacing.

Newspaperman William Gargan interviews a hospitalized newspaperman about "the Argyle Album." While Gargan gets him a glass of water, the other guy dies of a heart attack ..... and a knife in his heart. Gargan heads off to figure out what is going on, with the cops on his trail, encountering a gaggle of eccentric characters played by Marjorie Lord, Jack Reitzen and John Banner, all looking for the Maguffin, with Ralph Byrd as a dumb cop.

Yes, it's pretty much THE MALTESE FALCON rewritten and directed by Cy Enfield, with the characteristics of participants assorted differently and no homosexuality anywhere. It's definitely second-string Universal material, with only one interesting credit behind the camera: Raymond J. Rohauer as "Assistant to the Producer." Everyone has to start somewhere, I suppose.

Enfield's script is pretty much an unremarkable retread, except that Gargan occasionally does a voice-over in the linking scenes, telling us what we can see him doing. The IMDb shows it was originally written as a radio script. No one pointed out that the voice-overs were unnecessary and annoying.