(1947, directed by Cavalcanti, Alliance Studios Hammersmith, 3*).
Warner Brothers were renowned for their pre-war gritty gangster films, and here they attempted to bring the genre to post-war Britain. The problem with this film is that it really lacks the Warner glorification of the gangster, getting lost in its overpowering realism and unrelieved gloom of black marketeers with no glimpse of goodness at all. Maybe Film Noir does need just a little light in the shade, so showing up the darkness. Nevertheless, this film set crime film standards that many sought to emulate and indeed the night photography and the sets are the most impressive part of the film.
Griffith Jones, against type, plays Cockney gang leader Narcy, who is attracted by the idea of employing the once slightly upper crust Clem (Trevor Howard), an ex-RAF type missing the thrill of the war. But the two are ideallistically poles apart, and Narcy falls out with Clem, framing him. Clem winds up in jail.
And so we reach Warner's spiritual home, prison. The quarry is the location for the traditional jailbreak, though no wailing sirens here. Pursued across Dartmoor, Clem gets a lucky break with a change of clothing, as inexorably he moves towards London and revenge. In the big city, his ally is Sally, Clem's dumped girl (Sally Gray) who patches Clem's wounds and loans him ten bob. After delving in dark alleys, the police pick Clem up, but then let him go as bait to catch the evil Narcy, who displays all his nasty cunning by using Sally as a shield. The final rooftop fight is something of a classic.
My favourite quotes from the film:
"Next time you want to play with fire, use a matchbox instead!"
Clem to Sally, "I wish I'd met you when I was at Sunday School."
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