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A stodgy, late '50s-era thriller from Butcher's Film Productions. This one's a lamentable effort about an everyday guy getting mixed up with a gang of Middle Eastern smugglers. When he discovers that his delectable wife has been kidnapped by the group, he must go after them to seek her safe return.

There's some mild intrigue in this film, and a few characters who double-cross each other, but for the most part it's very dull and it lacks the lively charm of other productions like SMOKESCREEN or IMPACT. Hugh McDermott was a poor choice for the film's hero; his American accent is awful and he seems uninterested in the proceedings.

In a bid to spice things up there are a couple of fight scenes thrown into the mix but they have more in common with a bar-room brawl in the Wild West than a genteel British thriller. Watch out for the lovely Honor Blackman who is given little to do as the kidnapped wife.

This is a low budget B film about a husband and wife who become mixed up in a tussle over valuable ancient manuscripts of an ancient mystical writer that may lead to a revolution in the Middle East.

Hugh McDermott and Honor Blackman play the spouses who investigate the attempted burglary at the house of a financier. The financier's lover (Jane Hylton) is suspected as she was formerly the lover of a gangster and she leads them to the search of the writings of the middle eastern philosopher which has inspired an extreme political group.

The film has few airs and graces. Blackman is required to look glamorous as we see her in a swimming costume early on. Later she is the damsel in distress. Jane Wilton makes the deeper impression as the villainess Rosemary Delgado who really is alluring as well as being despicable.

Its a serviceable quickie that probably featured a Middle Eastern plot in the aftermath of the Suez Crisis. Honor Blackman fans will look it up as a curiosity.

The story is pedestrian, the acting indescribable and the sets seem buried from some other movie. No living people ever spoke dialogue like this, like a Home Service 'drama'. At one point Honor Blackman becomes almost animated when her car horn upstages her. McDermid creeps into the hotel like a cartoon wolf under cover of this dialogue by numbers. His detective skills are not exactly Hercule Poirot and the demands of the script cannot be the cause of his mugging to camera. All of the cast speak in turn- like an old- time radio phonecall, ship to ship. Hilton and Blackman show all the acting skills of photographic models in a clothing catalogue. 75 minutes I won't get back.

What WERE they doing in the prolonged first scene in the dark?

Honor Blackman is the best thing about this movie, but she is burdened with those frumpy 50s middle-class clothes. "Doris from the office" dresses completely differently - and far more attractively.

Others have dissed the fight scenes - looks like they couldn't afford a fight director and the cast just improvised. The result is the fights look unusually realistic. McDeremott and Blackman also clamber ungracefully over a wall - no clever cutting making it look easy.

Yes the underworld character struggles to conceal his public-school origins, and the owner of a small house-boat attempts to persuade us that he is Scottish, for no good reason.

Much of the action takes place in stuffy interiors crammed with repro tat. And then I fell asleep.

Following an attempted burglary at the home of financier Steve Mordaunt, his assistant and trouble shooter Bob Westlake, (Hugh McDermott), and his wife Susie, (Honor Blackman) investigate. The mysterious behaviour of Mordaunt's lover Rosemary Delgado (Jane Hylton), a former mistress of a major fraudster, leads them to an extremist group desperate to obtain the writings of one Achmed, a 14th Century seer, which are included in a consignment of rare and valuable books which the financier is importing, and from which they intend to incite a revolution across the Middle East...

This plays like an early version of an episode of one of those crime/adventure/espionage series that flourished on British television in the sixties and early seventies. The plot could form the basis of an Avengers adventure with Cathy Gale, but here Honor Blackman is given little to do apart from looking as glorious and delectable as ever, not least on the occasion when she emerges from a swimming pool. She's later taken hostage by some of the motley gang of villains, and though threatening to kick leading thug Ferdy Mayne "in the teeth", while apologising for the "unladylike expression", that's about all her character is allowed to do in the situation. The striking Jane Hylton does what she can in the under-written part of the scheming Rosemary, and it's left unexplained how she knew more about the nature of some of the books than her wealthy lover did himself. Hugh McDermott is fine as the lead.

There are one or two examples of unusual casting. Basil Dignam, who almost always played army officers and other professional men is self-effacing chauffeur Currie, and Hugh Moxey struggles to conceal his plummy tones as the street wise Tom Cookson, the somewhat unlikely "uncrowned king of the Soho underworld". All good entertainment though.

For a film with a 'MacGuffin' about Middle-eastern unrest it seems slightly ironic when a headline on McDermott's newspaper inadvertently reveals that it was shot in the aftermath of the Suez crisis.