Goodness gracious! What a caper! Hartnell's heist is in the paper.
Don't get too excited, this is no 'Rififi'. Hartnell, Kaufmann and Shaw's attempt to carry out a daring robbery in the dead of night falters at every stage, from broken drill bits to a stalling getaway car that just about gets away, narrowly beating an on the beat Bobby, in hot, but ultimately hapless pursuit.
The bogies are soon nosing around Hartnell's modest terraced house, which appears to be situated in an alibi free zone, whilst the cocky, caustic Kaufmann is hitting the bottle and mouthing off indiscriminately. Oh!....and there's a love triangle too with beautiful Shirley Eaton the centre of attraction for honest garage owner, Tom Drake and the insidious Kaufmann.
Simplistic and one dimensional, the plot leads to a murder, a laughable punch-up and the most feeble minded moment of self incrimination imaginable. It should all add up to a listless, insipid viewing experience. So why did 'Date With Disaster' leave me sporting a grin as wide as The Thames? Perhaps it's due to the fundamentals of story telling. By stripping everything down to the basic essentials, the movie's weakness is transformed into a strength, creating a simple, economical guilty pleasure. An entertaining, undemanding, eminently watchable little crime flick.
Here's a foggy notion. A review that's ALL in rhyme. If you second that (e)motion. I might try it out sometime.
Don't get too excited, this is no 'Rififi'. Hartnell, Kaufmann and Shaw's attempt to carry out a daring robbery in the dead of night falters at every stage, from broken drill bits to a stalling getaway car that just about gets away, narrowly beating an on the beat Bobby, in hot, but ultimately hapless pursuit.
The bogies are soon nosing around Hartnell's modest terraced house, which appears to be situated in an alibi free zone, whilst the cocky, caustic Kaufmann is hitting the bottle and mouthing off indiscriminately. Oh!....and there's a love triangle too with beautiful Shirley Eaton the centre of attraction for honest garage owner, Tom Drake and the insidious Kaufmann.
Simplistic and one dimensional, the plot leads to a murder, a laughable punch-up and the most feeble minded moment of self incrimination imaginable. It should all add up to a listless, insipid viewing experience. So why did 'Date With Disaster' leave me sporting a grin as wide as The Thames? Perhaps it's due to the fundamentals of story telling. By stripping everything down to the basic essentials, the movie's weakness is transformed into a strength, creating a simple, economical guilty pleasure. An entertaining, undemanding, eminently watchable little crime flick.
Here's a foggy notion. A review that's ALL in rhyme. If you second that (e)motion. I might try it out sometime.