An American lands in England and immediately gets into trouble, because he can't keep his fists to himself. He comes to visit his brother without knowing that his brother is going to hang for murder in three days. Of course he is innocent, but only the American brother is convinced of that and find it impossible to convince anyone else, except a night club singer, who eventually joins him on his quest to sort things out. Her father in Paris appears to have had something to do with the murder, and he also joins up in London sticking out his neck for all the involved hoodlums to chase him down as best as they could. There is another lady involved also, and it eventually becomes evident that it is all about smuggling diamonds, a terrible racket, for which apparently any human life is worth sacrificing. A certain James Smith turns up from nowhere crowning the mysteries by disappearing without leaving a trace behind, and we never learn anything more about him, although he seems to be the key character who really does something about the mess of all these mysteries. Eventually it proves that even the criminal inspector has known everything about the whole muddle all the time, but he wanted to lure out the big rat. The big rat of course when he finally is check mate wants to kill himself, but like so many murder attempts in this film, also that attempt fails. Eventually, the impossible equation of all these mysteries is finally solved, but the audience will find it a hard brainstorm to get head or tail out of this entangled confusion of constantly furious and desperate action.
Review of White Fire
