lucyrfisher Review of The Teckman Mystery

The Teckman Mystery (1954)

British noir may appeal to design historians

[26 September 2016]

This is based on a story by Francis Durbridge, so we can sit back and enjoy an episodic tale with a twist every ten minutes, in a setting of luxury, cocktails and ever-present cigarettes. Everybody has a fag in their hand the entire time. Roland Culver and Raymond Huntley are always worth watching, and I liked the dry inspector and the bouncy valet. Never mind the plot (actually do, it's a great Durbridge plot), writer Philip Chance's flat has a Whistlerian mural in the entrance hall and is stuffed with antiques and Chinese vases, piquantly set off by modernist paintings by a follower of Braque. (Writers earned more in those days.) Helen Teckman's flat (from the sketches lying about she must a dress designer but this is oddly never mentioned) is full of Lucienne Day textiles and modernist sculptures that get mistaken for ashtrays. Michael Medwin is good as the missing pilot, though you wonder why he never got his teeth fixed. Margaret Leighton as Helen is extraordinary. She is still wearing 30s eyebrows. She makes her second appearance, just dropping by Chance's flat about dinnertime, dressed as if for a Buckingham Palace garden party in a hat and an extraordinary dress with a demi-crinoline that starts life about halfway down her thighs, set off with pearls and a fur wrap. And gloves and a charm bracelet. Yes, she is the height of glamour, but painfully, painfully thin. Her legs look like twiglets. She keeps getting asked out to dinner and lunch, and she even offers Chance tea with sandwiches, but does she ever eat anything? Jane Wenham is good as the pilot's wife. The view from all windows is of a skillful painting of a London skyline, but there are some location scenes - especially in the gripping denouement at the Tower. As well as smoking all the time, everybody drinks too much and this is thought to be terribly witty. A marvellous period piece.