Hard to follow - perhaps because I came in half-way through. The excellent Sidney Tafler struggles as a detective story writer stuck in a snowbound remote railway station with a killer handcuffed to a cop, two music-hall performers, a little old lady mystery fan and several men in hats and raincoats who are successively revealed as members of the gang.
The film might have made it with better direction, despite the antique, Ghost Train-like plot. The two music-hall performers, a sister act, are OK. There is a running buffet of tea, tea and tea.
"Pat Dawn" gives a hint of the criminal's misdeeds that are censored by the mores of the time.
One excellent line of dialogue. When the killer finds out that Tafler is a mystery writer he asks with a sneer: "Do you do /deep/ muck?"
"No, just ordinary detective stories," responds Tafler. Sadly these days the "deep muck" has taken over.
Made in 1951 but feels older.
The film might have made it with better direction, despite the antique, Ghost Train-like plot. The two music-hall performers, a sister act, are OK. There is a running buffet of tea, tea and tea.
"Pat Dawn" gives a hint of the criminal's misdeeds that are censored by the mores of the time.
One excellent line of dialogue. When the killer finds out that Tafler is a mystery writer he asks with a sneer: "Do you do /deep/ muck?"
"No, just ordinary detective stories," responds Tafler. Sadly these days the "deep muck" has taken over.
Made in 1951 but feels older.