Hour of Decision

Things were still economically tough in 1957 Britain, as well as grey, with many cities still showing the scars of war. The film makers in their efforts to help the average working men and women escape the dullness and grind of everyday life, a plethora of cheap second feature ' B' films were made in the 50's about about glitzy London, populated with American second rate actors, and stories about murder amongst the fashionable middle classes who could afford cars, champagne and go to night clubs and hotels. There's not one authentic working class individual to trouble the audience in this pedestrian whodunnit at the nightclub! It's another cheaply made black and white 50's film - which has the usual American actor to make the film saleable to American audiences. In this case it's uncharismatic and wooden, Jeff Morrow, playing the crime reporter helping Scotland Yard track down the killer of despised & obnoxious gossip columnist Gary Bax, played by Anthony Dawson. Too much of the film is spent in talking, with hardly any action to enlighten the proceedings. Many of the night club scenes come across as unconvincing with its owner, Lionel Jeffries rejoicing in the ridiculous name of 'Elvin Main' trying, but failing badly, to put on an American accent. The dialogue is tiresome, with a storyline which gives the cast little opportunity to express any emotions. The 'Agatha Christie' style ending where the killer is identified is all so hammy! Any redeeming features? None as I can see.

Anthony Dawson is a society columnist at the London night club he has made famous. He gets up to wander the tables, then sits down. When he gets up, he collapses, dead. The police, in the person of Carl Bernard, investigate. Newly wed reporter, Jeff Morrow (playing an alien instead of fighting them in scifi flicks) offers to help, and Bernard is agreeable. Morrow has more motive than a story; his wife, Hazel Court, is a suspect, although no one knows her name; she had been Dawson's lover before her marriage, and was trying to get some letters back.

It's a well constructed mystery, with Morrow wandering around, interviewing suspects, and as is usual, everyone had plenty of motive to kill Dawson. There's also some good outdoor photography by cinematographer Stanley Pavey as Morrow wanders past several landmarks, including the Fire monument, Buckingham Palace -- with the soldiers marching past -- and Picadilly Circus. C. M. Pennington-Richards directs efficiently, with a few tics standing in for character traits. Lionel Jeffries and Michael Balfour have nice little roles.

Jeff Morrow was never the most engaging of screen stars, and here he is not really any different as he struggles to defend his accused wife "Peggy" (Hazel Court) from charges of the murder of a pretty odious gossip columnist. The only way he can do that is to find the real culprit, and so for seventy minutes we follow a rather well trammelled path in this not very mysterious mystery. Anthony Dawson chips in well as "Bax" (again, he only really had the one gear) and there are a few scenes with Lionel Jeffries before the denouement that, well, it was hardly a shock. It's nice to see Piccadilly Circus in the late 1950s as rationing was ending and Britain's was finally emerging from the austerity of WWII, but otherwise this is just one of those bog-standard crime thrillers that you watch and forget. The title doesn't really do it any favours either.

This 'B' feature murder mystery from Walton Studios would have never have set its sights on cinematic greatness but it really fails to spark into life at any stage. Jeff Morrow plays Joe Sanders, an ex-GI turned reporter, who spends almost the entire 81 minutes of the film trying to disprove the seemingly damning evidence against his wife (played by the lovely Hazel Court, wasted here). The premise is that someone knocked off the odious columnist Gary Bax (Anthony Dawson, enjoying himself as a slimy sophisticate), and of course, the entire cast have plenty of motives.

Morrow rather plods through the motions, most of the time hampered by an oversized raincoat, and a severe case of screen charisma bypass; Carl Bernard as Insp Gower offers some interest as an idiosyncratic detective; the ultimate denouement is a stagey 'crime reconstruction' scene reminiscent of Agatha Christie ( or is it Death in Paradise?) with all the suspects gathered together awaiting judgment.

It's invariably interesting to see who is picking up the smaller parts in these pics - and always great to see Lionel Jefferies, (but why the god awful American accent?) Arthur Lowe (later immortalised as Capt Mainwaring), has a small part as a pompous little man, in this case a Scientist - no one came close to doing it better.

This is a fairly routine though watchable whodunit that is notable mainly for the nearly salacious-for-the-time talk about the womanizing habits of a gossip columnist who gets murdered. Oh yes, the ever enticing Hazel Court is present as a past amour of the now-dead rakish fellow who tries to avoid suspicion for his murder. Her husband investigates so as not to have his honey nabbed by the coppers. London locations make it watchable.