Hangman's Wharf

Well you can't really complain.You expect a dismal standard of production from a film produced by E J Fancey and on this film he certainly does not let you down.The photography is quite murky at times,the sound poorly recorded,the studio very small and the acting is amateurish.Campbell Singer,playing as usual,a police detective is the only actor I recognise.This film would make his Merton Park films seem like minor classics.Furthermore I hate thrillers where in the last scene the characters give you all the information for understanding a plot that you had given up on half an hour earlier.

If you're not too fussed, the movie looks dated, the acting is terrible & the love story incredulous, but it does have the entertainment value of a GP with a '0 patients' practice, who becomes the main suspect in a murder case.

Based on a BBC radio seria. Hangman's Wharf is a cheap B movie.

Dr David Galloway (John Witty) is a Scots medic struggling with his GP practice. He has very few patients.

One night he is lured by a telephone message into Hangman's Wharf where he finds a dead body and becomes a murder suspect by Inspector Prebble (Campbell Singer.)

Spiky journalist Alison Maxwell (Genine Graham) saves his life and then convinces Galloway to try and clear his name.

There are no surprises here, this is a very much by the numbers B thriller.

If you enjoy British "b" movies from the 50s, try and catch this little effort. It's quite laughably bad, which makes it all the more entertaining. The basic plot, and the way it all pans out, is bargain basement stuff, and some of the acting is quite hilarious. The main character, Dr Galloway, played by John Witty sports the worst, and most inconsistent, scots accent you are ever likely to hear. Similarly, his co-star, Genine Graham's character is supposed to hail from Inverness, but sounds as though she's just left an English boarding school. The main baddie's henchmen are a real hoot - one is full of forced menace, and the other would have trouble scaring a three year old! The movie does move along briskly, and doesn't give the viewer time to become bored. In it's own amateurish, unsophisticated way it's got a certain charm and is harmless stuff. Just the thing to while away a quick hour for fans of such films.

Based on a radio serial, hence all the talk in this amiably inept E. J. Fancey quickie for which ample use of authentic locations and night-for-photography, an attractive and capable heroine in Genine Graham and a poised villainess in Patricia Laffan go some way to atoning for John Witty's spectacularly feeble attempt at a Scots accent.

But not much.