Roadhouse Girl

B-Movie maestro Wolf Rilla 'rilla' delivers some super-melodramatic Brit-Noir pizazz in the splendidly monikered 'Roadhouse Girl', a low-budget, high blood-pressured, doomily Dashiell Hammett-ed pot-boiler, wherein itinerant grease monkey, the tall drink of dish water Tom Price (Maxwell Reed) secures employment at an isolated, somewhat insalubrious roadside garage, owned by dour, hypertensive, oily misanthrope George Sanders (Leslie Dwyer), who is incongruously married to the breathtakingly beauteous, vastly frustrated, serially flirtatious Marilyn (Sandra Dorne), and before you can say 'lipstick on my crankshaft', the considerably 'handy' Tom enthusiastically provides some extracurricular lubrication service for this divine-looking, dingy dive-dancin' Roadhouse-rocking, B-Movie bombshell!

Wolf Rilla's black-seamed, steamy-windowed melodrama about the increasingly volatile ménage à trois between Brylcreemed, sleazy operator Nick (Ferdy Mayne), the wildly quixotic, weirdly petulant Marilyn, and big, greasy-fingered lug Tom sinfully simmers to a suitably fraught, deliciously dramatic, exciting B-Movie Noir conclusion! In this delightfully tawdry, tannin-stained, low rent gloomy thriller, overheated, highly revved, erotically charged emotions dangerously percolate to a perfectly hysterical, wonderfully camp, bathos-laden climax, while juicy bombshell Marilyn is initially one sticky sweet confection, said glossy veneer belies a poisonously malignant centre, 'Marilyn' is moody Brit-Noir at its finest/dingiest!

Recently shown in all its sleazy glory on BBC 's British B season, this leans heavily on the Hollywood classic THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE - indeed Sandra Dore's character would aspire to the glamour of a Lana Turner. It follows the template of the hot sexy young wife using her hunky but dumb young stud to eliminate her inconvenient older husband but adds a few ingredients of its own. Marilyn tends be too whiny to be sympathetic and Maxwell Reed (a pin-up of his day) manages to convey the fall-guy mechanic's infatuation and confusion as his lover increasingly takes him for granted. The film throws in the added complication of the character of Rose who nurtures unrequited lesbian feelings for Marilyn but the actress's reading of her lines is monotonous and unfeeling - trying to be downtrodden, she merely comes across as vacuous and a bad actress. An unrecognisably young Ferdy Mayne crops up as a sleazy, flashy hustler who woos Marilyn with promises of the high life but skedaddles when she grows too serious. Best actor is Leslie Dwyer = Mr Partridge himself - as the cuckolded hubbie who comes to a predictable end. British B films ended to reflect the seedy down-at-heels side of England - mostly because they couldn't afford to gloss things up. In a way, they paved the way for the kitchen sink films of the late 5's- early 60's. However, they lacked actors who looked the part like Albert Finney and Tom Courtney. They had to settle for Maxwell Reed. Dwyer looks the part and inhabits his character more convincingly than the others.

... And you shouldn't have bothered answering. Unoriginal and uninspired rip off of the John Garfield-Lana Turner classic.

I saw this today Monday 20/8/18 on "Talking Pictures" channel 81 for the first time.Elements of the captioned well known films were used in its plot line and.In place of John Garfield we have Maxwell Reed giving his eyebrowns another workout.In place of June Anderson (Mrs Danvers) from Rebecca we have the character of Rosie, with lesbian longings for Sandra Dorn which of course could not be shown on screen in 1953 only suggested.The points made by other reviewers were valid but the final scene of police cars drawing up to a stop at the petrol station indicated the producers were short of the funds to finish the film and /or didn't know how to give it a satisfactory ending.This may account for its mediocre rating by reviewers just over 5 whereas I awarded it 6.

Dreadful beyond comprehension. Sandra Dorne can barely act, Vida Hope can't act at all, and the often excellent (if usually typecast) Ferdie Mayne has been given terrible lines to work with. Leslie Dwyer is reliable as always, in possibly his nastiest part ever. The cinematography is muddy, and the editing clunky. The ending is meaningless. The only bright spot is the hilarious poster, which bears zero relationship to the plot.