Surprisingly incoherent and boring

A brilliant film that helped define a genre

What begins as a feel-good-human-interest story turns into a mystery, then a tragedy, and ultimately an outrage.

There's a more than satisfactory amount of boom-boom in the movie's trim running time.

It's TV's Diana Coupland (1928-2006) '70s sitcom star and TV regular, appearing in her first film as a night club band singer. What is noticeable is how well she sings. So she should - that was her first career IMDb notes.Ronald Adam was an excellent actor, frequently cast, and at his best, as an authority figure (Prime Minister in "Seven Days to Noon"). Once at least as baddie mastermind. Here though he is a detective, old enough to be his boss's father. The sight of him apologising to his younger boss "Sorry, Sir, I don't know what came over me" is strange one. I am guessing that this was the only in his career.Graham Stark plays a convincing professional nark.The film tries too hard to model itself on its American noir predecessors. Comedy band Bonzo Dog once lampooned slavish imitation of the genre: "Have you got a light, Mack?" "No but I've got a dark brown overcoat" The print shown unfortunately is very soft - if the print had been sharp and sparkling and photography seen to better advantage, I think viewers would have a better opinion of it. As it is, it is the cinematic equivalent of a long rainy afternoon, the sound track even sounds like one.

FLANNELFOOT is yet another detective thriller from director Maclean Rogers, who also handled the similarly-themed Paul Temple films and MARK OF THE PHOENIX. This one's about a notorious jewel thief (the oddly-monikered 'Flannelfoot') who turns to murder to cover up his crimes. The police are in hot pursuit in a chase that takes them across Europe.There's really nothing about FLANNELFOOT that makes it stand out from the crowd; everything about it is distinctly ordinary, not least the lead performance from Ronald Howard (son of the more famous Leslie). Ronald Adam is better even if he's once again typecast as a detective, and there are supporting roles for Ronald Leigh-Hunt and Graham Stark, but it's all so, well, ordinary, that you won't really care.The plotting is chock full of the usual twists and turns and red herrings and it only really starts getting lively for the climax (and Rogers once again can't resist utilising a rooftop setting for the ending). But FLANNELFOOT has a cheap, workmanlike quality to it which saps the viewer's enjoyment.

There are lots of interesting location shots in this film showing early fifties London, with the scars of bombing still apparent. 'Flannelfoot' is the name given to a jewel thief because he makes no sound with his feet as he slips in and out stealing priceless gems. No one knows who he is, except that he is 'one of us', i.e. of the smart set. There are lots of red herrings, some darker red than others, swimming around in this story, where we are kept guessing until the last. My goodness, the manners and mores of yesteryear! There is one hilarious shot where four men in white dress scarves and black overcoats, clearly men of fashion out on the town for an evening, say 'We had better not call attention to ourselves,' as they seek to investigate the mystery incognito and mix with ordinary folk. Calling Michael Arlen! But this film is amusing and worth watching for those interested in old British movies and what things were like back then.

After some melodramatic title music, we open with that near obligatory scene of 1950s crime films, a woman singing in a nightclub to an audience of heavy smokers, in this case it's Diana Coupland in her film debut. In fact she lights one up herself as she goes into her rendition of 'fascinating man' It is post-war Berlin and Inspector Duggan (Ronald Adam), is apparently on the trail of a notorious black marketeer, who then makes an unsuccessful attempt on his life, seriously injuring him in the process.We now switch to London, where Duggan, assisted by Detective-Sergeant Fitzgerald (Ronald Howard) is put on to the case of Flannelfoot, a ruthlessly successful burglar and jewel thief whom is believed to be connected with the events in Berlin, though Duggan claims he has lost his memory of much that happened there. Assisting the police is a newspaper proprietor and his ace crime reporter Frank Mitchell (Jack Watling). Attempts are made to trap the eponymous villain, but it is only after two murders and several more robberies that he is finally caught.Though there was a notorious burglar in the 1930s known as Flannelfoot, whose sordid crimes took place far from the high society background depicted here, and the story is attributed to Ex-Inspector Jack Henry, it owes a great deal to authors Edgar Wallace and Francis Durbridge. A small-time cockney crook and informer (Graham Stark) is murdered right under the noses of the police and an outwardly respectable doctor is a fence of stolen jewels. There are shoals of Red Herrings, enabling the identity of the villain, 'a master of accents and disguise' and portrayed in classic stage fashion, wearing a slouch hat, dark glasses and muffler, to come as a satisfactory surprise. It all ends with a fight on a roof, a conclusion that director Maclean Rogers was so fond of that he used it in at least two other thrillers, PAUL TEMPLE RETURNS, and ASSIGNMENT REDHEAD, the latter incorporating footage of Ronald Adam by the ruins of the Berlin building. Like most of Rogers' films, FLANNELFOOT is silly at times, preposterous at others, but great entertainment for fans of British second features.