They Can't Hang Me

Breezy espionage drama in which Terence Morgan and Anthony Oliver race around London and the Home Counties looking for a master spy. Director Val Guest's wife Yolande Donlan is so teeth-grindingly chirpy as Morgan's redundant love interest that you can't blame him for spending all his time at work, while Andre Morell is terrific as a civil servant trying to bargain away the noose from around his neck by revealing the spy's identity. Still not sure who phoned the police in the opening scene, though...

Civil Servant Andre Morrell is to hang for uncivilly strangling a prostitute. He tells "Special Services" Inspector Terence Morgan that he knows the identity of a top spy who is about to smuggle a major secret out of the country, and will trade the information for commutation of his sentence to life imprisonment.

This start leads Morgan on a high-speed investigation that mostly proceeds at a good clip, impeded by a few red herrings, an awful soundtrack, and fiancée Yolanda Donlan, sounding as if she is still decompressing from her lead in the London production of BORN YESTERDAY. Morgan's role is written as the Man Who Gets Things Done, mostly by lying when appropriate. Morrell only has a few scenes, but he's quite good in them, as a man trying to play his last card. The production is cheaply done, but nicely tangled.

Mr. Pitt is sentenced to death for having strangled a prostitute, but he claims they can't hang him since he is in possession of state secrets concerning the security of the nation and possibly of the world. It's a grand opening of a very hot thriller, and in charge of the investigation with heavy loads of responsibility and under the constantly exacerbated stress of time is inspector Terence Morgan, who admirably succeeds in playing it cool all the way, in spite of gunfights with intents to kill and the threat of death of the key witness. The action is very fast, the dialog is like crossfire all the way, and the plot constantly thickens. Meanwhile, the condemned prisoner is vexed by the police officers and guards who disturb him while he is listening to piano music. The realism is convincing enough, the Poles even speak Polish (which is not translated), and the story is well contrived under the circumstances of the case of Klaus Fuchs (mentioned once) and the extreme most paranoid secrecy around the development of the absurdity of the terror balance.

Unable to sleep, I decided to give this film a look, just to see how bad it was, and, although I wasn't pleasantly surprised, at least it wasn't dreadful! It has the typical style of a 50s British patriotic thriller, the effete British accents, the working class accents cliched, the gentlemen villians. What made this film bad was in fact Yolande Donlan, the hero's fiance. Her dreadful overacting with that irritating American accent was enough to make me cringe, and very happy when she left her scenes. Obviously thrown in to appeal to the American audiences of the day, she has the acting ability of a dormouse! I could forgive the gun scenes (no blood, no gunsmoke, just a stationary gun making noise!), but that acting.....

This film would appear to be inspired,if that is the word,by the defection of Burgess and MacLean to the Russians in the 1950s.Terence Morgan plays a special branch officer who has a butler,the inimitable Reginald Beckwith.He also is lumbered by having Yolande Donlan as his girl friend by virtue of the fact that she was married to the director Val Guest.The best part of the film is the opening two minutes,after that it rather drags.To my mind there is a basic flaw.Why would the murderer wait till he was sitting in the condemned cell before trying to make a deal.This makes no sense whatsoever.It is not till near the end that we learn who is the escaping secret agent.However the climax is very disappointing.