Don't expect to be sat on the edge of your seat but at 50 minutes long this creaky old spy thriller is awash with old world charm in the form of a cheery-chappy hero, a hapless young damsel, pantomime villains and stuffy establishment figures. A British agent is murdered trying to smuggle secret blueprints back home and manages to hide them in the luggage of a female passenger before he is done for. Who will get to her first? The Secret Service or the murderous thugs? Suspend disbelief and don't worry about the daft characters. This is actually quite tense in its own way and a nostalgic glimpse at a world long since passed.
Review of Passenger to London
