He is lucky to get out of it alive, but that's about all there is to it after all is lost, and we can't even guess what the rest of the "life" will be. Being discharged after the war he obeys his English wife to follow her back to Liverpool, where her uncle gives him a job as a truck driver of long hauls between Liverpool and Glasgow. He gets mixed up with rackets and "Britain's only blonde bomb shell" Diana Dors, who is dangerously involved with a chief racketeer because of her brother, and you can tell from the beginning that that brother is not going to end well. The plot tightens with the agglomeration of intrigues and things going wrong, and there is a great finale sequence when they struggle to get a loaded truck across the wildest hills of western Scotland. There are a number of explosive fisticuffs, and Victor Mature as usual gets very much knocked about. But it's a great noir thriller, and although you might resent the dreary circumstances and environments in shabby bars and places and the Congo night club in Liverpool, the drama will remain sustained until the end, which offers a kind of redemption although you are left wondering indeed about the ensuing outcome.
Review of The Long Haul
