A great murder mystery. The only clue to a mad killer's identity is his shoes! The crime's only witness saw them while she was bent over picking something up. Duryea is fantastic as the "... See full summary »
Michael Marler, a successful business man in London, is about to make his way to the top. The death of his father brings him - after five years - back to his hometown Liverpool, where he is... See full summary »
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Two teachers, man-hungry Doris and restrained Marian, visit the Yorkshire moors a year after friend Evelyn disappeared there. On a stormy night, they take refuge in the isolated cottage of ... See full summary »
When an attractive young girl is murdered, suspicion falls on several members of the local tennis club. It falls to Police Inspector Halloran (Sir John Mills) to sort out all the red herrings, and finally after a confrontation at the top of the local church spire, arrest the culprit.Written by
Opening credits: All characters portrayed in this film are purely fictitious and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is purely co-incidental. See more »
At about 95 minutes, Halloran admits that his evidence would not convince 'the Public Prosecutor'. In English and Welsh law there has never been such a term. Since 1908 it would have been the Director of Public Prosecutions, as any 1957 police officer would have known. See more »
Supt. Mike Halloran:
This killer is going to strike again. I know the pattern. I've seen it a dozen times. If we handle this town with kid gloves on, there's going to be another funeral within a week.
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The main reason to watch this movie now, for me - and I guess most - is for John Mills, as the firm but fair Scotland Yard Inspector Detective, who has to solve a couple of murders of young women in a sleepy Home Counties town in England.
It's all about the rather sermonising 1950's "respectable" folk who wag their fingers at a local beauty - a Marilyn Monroe (sort of) lookalike who carries on with married men and flaunts her curvy figure at the local snobbish Sports Club, the elitism of which extends beyond their usual, especially as the membership secretary is a fan of hers....
One night, she is strangled and of course, a whole array of the obvious candidates spring up, some red herrings and some real. Charles Coburn as a disgraced GP and Derek Farr who has more business fingers in more pies than are reasonable are two of the more recognisable stars that come under the Inspector's radar.
The film is well enough made, the story complex enough to satisfy the average amateur sleuth and John Mills is sturdy, even if his 'romance' with one of the deceased young friends is both awkward and frankly, ridiculous. There's also a pretty meaty and suspenseful ending, that Hitchcock himself might have come up with.
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