So much average

The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

Airline pilot Lee Patterson ('The Counterfeit Plan', 'The Good Die Young') comes back home to an empty house, and judging by the milk bottles left by their front door, she's been away for a few days. Not thinking too much of it, he goes to bed. The next morning he's woken up early by a cop, who claims his car had been in an accident that night. Patterson says it must've been his wife, and the cop asks to see the garage, where they find the dented car, to Patterson's surprise. Even worse, they find his wife murdered with a knife in her back in her studio. Of course that puts Patterson at the top of police inspector Geoffrey Keen's ('Portrait Of Alison', several Bond movies) list of suspects, esp after it's revealed the marriage was anything but happy and she had had her fair share of affairs. By marrying Patterson, she had put a promising dancing career on hold, which caused tension. Together with family friend and airline hostess (and British scream queen) Barbara Shelley, Patterson tries to reconstruct his wife's last days to find the real killer.At less than an hour, the movie flies by. Director (and co-writer of the screenplay) Lawrence Huntington ('The Upturned Glass') keeps things moving at a rapid pace, but can't hide the plot holes and conveniences in the storyline. Which I could've forgiven more easily had the movie looked killer, but unfortunately DoP Eric Cross ('Hunted') gives the movie a TV-like appearance, keeping the rich shadows only for the finale. Maybe that's because while it was shown as a second feature in the UK, it aired almost immediately after release on US television as part of 'Kraft Mystery Theater'. In any case, the lack of interesting visuals doesn't exactly help this movie. It's got some decent performances and does the job, but with its sloppy story and unimaginative direction and lighting, it's hard to recommend this one. 6/10

This is a familiar story line but done in a pleasing way. Lee Patterson plays an air-plane pilot with a wife who likes to party. She's found dead with a knife in her back. The police find her dead at the couple's home after Patterson has insisted she isn't there. This of course means he becomes the top suspect. The coincidences and evidence stack up against him. Are the police clever enough to look past Patterson as the obvious killer? He doesn't wait around to find out and begins to hunt down many of his wife's male friends. Perhaps one of them is the killer? The cast is pleasing and as the previous review stated, Patterson gives one of his better performances. Barbara Shelley co-stars and she always adds a little class to the proceedings.

With the vogue for ever more epic and spectacular productions in the Fifties, in the struggle to draw the audience away from the goggle-box, less time was available for the humbler supporting feature, with many, like this, now lasting barely an hour. It is the work of Independent Artists, whose founder, Julian Wintle, and some of its personnel, notably the director Sydney Hayers, were to later make some of the best episodes of The Avengers; their 'B' pictures were some of the classier of the period, employing first class casts.Canadian, Lee Patterson, who starred in at least a dozen British 'B's between 1957 and 1960, gives one of his stronger performances as an airline pilot, with a marriage on the rocks, who becomes chief suspect in his wife's murder. The police in the person of Geoffrey Keen, as authoritative as ever, are pretty sure of his guilt, so it's a race against time to find the real killer. Among the associates of his former wife are a theatrical impresario, played by John Paul, famous around the time for his role in the popular soap 'Emergency Ward Ten' Ferdy Mayne as a professional stage dancer, and her lover, a doctor, Peter Dyneley, whose real-life wife Jane Hylton also appears as his receptionist. She would go on to co-star in CIRCUS OF HORRORS for the same company, straight after this. Barbara Shelley is sympathetic as the mutual friend of Patterson and his late wife, who offers him her support. All are capably directed by the veteran Lawrence Huntington, who ensures the hardly original plot runs swiftly and smoothly. Nothing out of the ordinary, but worth watching.