It is curious when one recalls a mood in a movie, and one or two moments that seem to raise it above the average. Such was the case of THE RINGER which I saw over 20 years ago on Channel 9 in New York. One summer, for the entire month of August, Channel 9 just ran British films. Many were very effective crime dramas or mysteries, like John Mills' MR. DENNING DRIVES NORTH (which I reviewed some time ago). This one, from the little I recall seeing, was intriguing and probably well worth watching.
Herbert Lom is up to his usual "low" activities: He is a solicitor who has made a pot of money, at the expense of his clients. So he has many, many enemies out there. One of them has started sending him small threatening notes, and the police are called in to protect him. Problem is, he is such a despicable type even the police are not that happy about helping him.
Among the police who are keeping an eye on him is a police psychiatrist named Dr. Lomond, played by Donald Wolfit. And here was one of the two delights of the film (the other being watching Mr. Lom go through his normal low paces). Donald Wolfit was one of the great stage actors of the 1910 - 1950 period in England, but he has been forgotten today. Although he was admired for many of his Shakespearean performances, he was of the old theatrical manager tradition like Sir Henry Irving or Sir Johnston Forbes-Robertson. This tradition was being replaced by a more natural acting style practiced by Olivier, Guilgud, Redgrave, Guiness, Richardson, Ashcroft, Evans, and Thorndyke. Not that the latter could not blunder or bluster on occasion, but they distinctly toned down the histrionics. Wolfit did the reverse - so that when watching his filmed performances today one has to admit he can be very, very florid at times (such as in his 1954 SVENGALI). But when he made an effort to control his proclivities for chewing scenery he was very, very good. His Dr. Lomond is one of those attempts. The psychologist keeps restoring a degree of calm and rationality to the proceedings of the police and Lom regarding the unknown threat to the latter. So that the audience welcomes his comments and behavior - although as the film progresses an issue arises: just who is Dr. Lomond anyway? You see, it becomes known to Mai Zetterling (Lom's girlfriend) that Lomond's police credentials seem to be flawed. Who exactly is he?
It becomes a game of "cat and mouse" between the arrogant, but suspicious Lom, and the quiet and patient Wolfit. I can only add that when the moment comes for the final confrontation it really is a memorable shocker. It was a clever film, and I wish my memories were sharper about it. But I am aware...from what little I recall of it, the film was certainly deserving a rating of "6" - and probably should get one higher.
Herbert Lom is up to his usual "low" activities: He is a solicitor who has made a pot of money, at the expense of his clients. So he has many, many enemies out there. One of them has started sending him small threatening notes, and the police are called in to protect him. Problem is, he is such a despicable type even the police are not that happy about helping him.
Among the police who are keeping an eye on him is a police psychiatrist named Dr. Lomond, played by Donald Wolfit. And here was one of the two delights of the film (the other being watching Mr. Lom go through his normal low paces). Donald Wolfit was one of the great stage actors of the 1910 - 1950 period in England, but he has been forgotten today. Although he was admired for many of his Shakespearean performances, he was of the old theatrical manager tradition like Sir Henry Irving or Sir Johnston Forbes-Robertson. This tradition was being replaced by a more natural acting style practiced by Olivier, Guilgud, Redgrave, Guiness, Richardson, Ashcroft, Evans, and Thorndyke. Not that the latter could not blunder or bluster on occasion, but they distinctly toned down the histrionics. Wolfit did the reverse - so that when watching his filmed performances today one has to admit he can be very, very florid at times (such as in his 1954 SVENGALI). But when he made an effort to control his proclivities for chewing scenery he was very, very good. His Dr. Lomond is one of those attempts. The psychologist keeps restoring a degree of calm and rationality to the proceedings of the police and Lom regarding the unknown threat to the latter. So that the audience welcomes his comments and behavior - although as the film progresses an issue arises: just who is Dr. Lomond anyway? You see, it becomes known to Mai Zetterling (Lom's girlfriend) that Lomond's police credentials seem to be flawed. Who exactly is he?
It becomes a game of "cat and mouse" between the arrogant, but suspicious Lom, and the quiet and patient Wolfit. I can only add that when the moment comes for the final confrontation it really is a memorable shocker. It was a clever film, and I wish my memories were sharper about it. But I am aware...from what little I recall of it, the film was certainly deserving a rating of "6" - and probably should get one higher.