Wonderful Movie

Absolutely the worst movie.

Unshakable, witty and deeply felt, the film will be paying emotional dividends for a long, long time.

It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

This is pretty fascinating stuff on a number of levels: the then visualisation of radio broadcasting for cinema audiences, the then limitations of radio and cinema technology, a frank and snappy dialogue, some wonderful art deco furniture and sets, the great Elizabeth Welch singing, and an all too brief song from Eve Becke and whichever band Percival Mackay was leading at the time. And the BBC for once apparently received no complaints after twenty five million people had listened to a live radio strangulation. Probably Lord Reith would have at least apologised.A radio actor is murdered during a live broadcast, the cast and crew are therefore suspect – and the hunt by Detective Inspector Ian Hunter is soon on for the culprit in a short and swift film. The perceived interiors of Broadcasting House looked flimsier than the acting but the unmasking of the dastard involved a cast-iron alibi being broken. It's one thing knowing that back then BBC radio newsreaders were booted and suited or in full evening gowns with no one to see them but another to have scantily-clad showgirls performing mainly for the edification of the microphones. Maybe it's a BBC trait! There's a young heavily eye-shadowed Jack Hawkins in here, Henry Kendall was as urbane as ever, and Donald Wolfit had a small - but vital - part in one of his first films. Many iconic poses were struck with many nice scenes. What a pity all BBC broadcasts weren't preserved on steel tape, never mind about for the Empire but for the broadcastless future generations - over the years many BBC radio shows survived only on transcription discs meant for foreign consumption.If I wanted to be awkward I could add that I personally think genuine talent and honest morality have both been strangled to death at the obese Broadcasting House over the last eighty years too and because of this no one has therefore logically seen fit to make a movie about it. But I'm glad this was made - it's still a refreshing atmospheric whodunit and something to make you think!

This has real curio value for anyone interested in the early days of respectively radio and sound film. Val Gielgud who co-authored the screenplay unwisely allocated himself a leading role which explains all too well why he is best remembered as a producer. It remains a fascinating glimpse of Broadcasting House as it (presumably) was and the exhausting rehearsals undergone by a dance troupe (on radio) underline the Reithian standards that once obtained (including, of course, newscasters in full evening dress. We also learn where MGM got the idea of filming Lena Horne is stand-alone segments that cut be cut seamlessly when a film played in the Deep South; here Elizabeth Welch has a similar isolated sequence bearing no relation to the plot; she walks in, sings a song, Lazy Lady, and walks out again. This is her sole contribution to the film and quickly and easily removable as and when necessary. Donald Wolfit plays the luckless 'ham' actor (surely a comment on his theatrical appearances)who is killed for real on air whilst Jack Hawkins weighs in with a performance mannered beyond belief. One from the 'so- bad-it's-good' school and none the worse for it.

I always give early-1930s movies the benefit of the doubt, and I'm doing so here. An actor working alone in a radio studio room is murdered while reading his lines (in which his character is murdered). Someone in the studio building at the time killed him, but whom? There are only a few possible culprits, and most aren't very well defined characters. A few years later, this probably could have been a very good movie, but it's barely passable here. I suspect much of the appeal of this film when it was released came from the behind-the-scenes look at a working radio studio, with actors in multiple rooms, and orchestra in another, and crew in still others. You even get a song and a dance number, although the appeal of a dance number on radio, including dancers in full costume, escapes me.If you enjoy 1930s crime/mysteries, then this is worth a watch. The detective doesn't define himself particularly well, but the genre plays out reasonably true to form. I gave it a 6 for slightly better than average.

This is a fascinating look at broadcasting in 1932.This film has what can only be described as an all star cast with 3 standouts.Ian Hunter before he went off to Hollywood to become King Richard;Donald Wolfitt to become very famous as one of Britains leading stage actors :Jack Hawkins who of course achieved stardom in the fifties.This is a whodunit allied to a sort of variety show and behind the scenes look at broadcasting.Being a whodunit it displays all the usual clichés including a denouement where all the suspects are present and the actual murderer draws a gun in an attempt to get away.There is a priceless exchange in the chase that follows.The police are chasing the suspect up a spiral staircase,the policeman asks one of the BBC producers "Where does this staircase lead"to which comes the immortal reply "upstairs".If you are as interested by this era as i am then i am sure that in the unlikely event of this film being shown again on TV don't miss it.