Dateline Diamonds

An otherwise nifty heist caper... with an agenda to promote the British band SMALL FACES... has two fitting actors, old and young, both having starred in several crime b-pictures, beginning with William Lucas, who played every incarnation of criminal... from cold-blooded to cowardly from THE BREAK to CALCULATED RISK to PAYROLL... and the intensely vulnerable Kenneth Cope from JUNGLE STREET, THE CONVICT and THE DAMNED...

Herein, Cope is the crooked manager of the band, and Lucas has his number... an intense actor never using costumes but here he resembles Inspector Clouseau if originally cast Peter Ustinov played him more straight, and his anti-chemistry with the younger Cope works surprisingly well... yet they mostly work together by remaining apart...

One scene shows Lucas stealing the diamonds, practically in real-time, step-by-step for a suspenseful ten-minutes where it seems anything can happen, especially with detective duo Conrad Phillips and George Mikell garnering more sporadic screen-time than the first-billed crooks: but what's supposed to matter is a rushed ending where the band plays a song or two, and the previous dirty work means nothing...

A shame because the terrifically pulpy-titled DATELINE DIAMONDS ultimately wastes a potentially good villain AND cop duo, entangled in an interesting plot... all so a music group could get a number one hit, which never panned-out: at least not because of this mostly forgotten programmer.

I did! I'm a great fan of 60s music but the Small Faces are a huge part of the build up and a minor part of the film. It's "interesting" to watch Kiki Dee, The Chantelles and other pop "legends" but this is not a musical (in fact it's probably best to shut your eyes and ears when most of the music is on!).

The plot is, actually, not bad and all of us who are old enough to remember the Pirate Stations will be fascinated to see Big L used as a smuggling drop off point! Pretty predictable plot but the list of British movie stalwarts (Kenneth Cope, Conrad Phillips, William Lucas etc.) and Kenny Everett (wonderful to see him in 1965) make this a B movie that deserves an "average rating".

If you like 60s stuff then step this way!

My wife said "it's so bad, it's good", but it was so bad it was dreadful.

The music aspect was just embarrassing and The Chantells "performing" on Radio London must be one of the most cringeworthy scenes I have ever seen.

The crime story was also absurd. The break in (that should be walk in) of the jewellers and the blowing of the safe was just ridiculous.

Don't waste your time, even for a glimpse of the very early days of The Small Faces and a fresh faced Kenny Everett.

Kenneth Cope is a manager for some up-and-coming rock acts. He's also a former criminal, having been jugged for stealing army property. Former officer William Lucas uses this to blackmail him into moving diamonds Lucas steals across international borders.

So this movie has a little bit of everything for a wide variety of audiences: crime, Interpol chasing the criminals, jewelry and rock & roll. What it does not have is decent editing to keep the various subplots straight, nor anything in the way of characterization beyond the characters telling each other who and what they are. At the end of its 70 minutes, there are plenty of loose threads left dangling. I suppose they hoped that no one would notice.

I've just been watching this on Sky Matinée Movies. I am astonished to find a very young Kenny Everett and other Radio London DJs in this film, as well as the Faces, before they were joined by Rod Stewart. Radio London, for those who can't remember the glory days of UK Offshore Radion was THE Pirate Station which nurtured not only Kenny Everett, but also John Peel etc etc. According to the cast list, Tony Windsor is also there. Worth watching for the nostalgia and all those lovely 1960s memories! I forget the plot, but as a historical record, you can't beat it!. So sad that after his wonderfully inventive Radio Days, on both Radio London with the Kenny and Cash programme, and later with the BBC, over-exposure on TV destroyed Kenny.