Amazing! I gave this movie 64% in my original review back in 1956. At that time, the local screens were cluttered with British "B" features set in a court room. And no wonder! One major set and one major set only -- a "B" movie producer's dream scenario. This one, however, is more interesting than most as it anticipates "Twelve Angry Men" in an amazingly large number of particulars. No wonder it has been suppressed! The acting here, however, is very up and down. Tom Conway takes only a mediocre stab as the harassed husband, and the normally extremely reliable Freda Jackson is most disappointing as the hateful housekeeper. This would seem to be a made-to-order role for her. Maybe she had a row with director Terence Fisher who also seems to be at home only in the courtroom, never in the flashbacks! Admittedly, these begin promisingly with the memorable line, "I suppose it all began that day in Broadcasting House", but soon become distressingly tedious. At least Raymond Huntley and David Horne cross swords with relish. And whilst admitting that the photography is competent, I expected much more from a fine cameraman like Desmond Dickinson.
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