Most undeservingly overhyped movie of all time??

Just so...so bad

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

"Three Sundays to Live" is a 1957 low-budget film starring Kieron Moore, Jane Griffiths, and Sandra Dorne.Kieron plays Frank Martin, a band leader who is asked by a young woman (Dorne) to bring her to see the big boss. She says her name is Ruth Chapman, she once worked for the owner, and is in need of a job. When they arrive at the office, someone kills the owner and knocks out Martin. When he comes to, he runs into the police, who arrest him for the murder. He is found guilty and sentenced to be executed.His girlfriend (Griffiths) is determined to help him find Ruth Chapman, who supposedly died in the U.S. some years earlier. Finally, with time growing short, Frank escapes to try to solve the situation himself.Derivative film without a lot going for it, except that Griffiths and Dorne are both beautiful. Moore isn't impressive. Very ordinary film.

The most interesting thing about this low budget British B-picture is that the screenplay was by Avengers creator Brian Clemens. The plot is the all-too-familiar tale of a man wrongly accused of murder who has to rely on his own efforts to clear his name. The twist here is that he is sent to jail and faces execution and so is forced to escape to reveal the truth. The cast do an adequate job but the best actor by far, Sandra Dorne, is underused with only two brief scenes. Keiron Moore is totally unconvincing as a bandleader turned crime fighter and it's hard to gain any sympathy for his character who is given too little room to develop.Mainly studio bound with some clunky sets there are some location shots used during the escape scemes but as these are mostly dome at night with minimal lighting so it's hard to see why they bothered.All-in-all it's not a bad film but it's badly executed (if you'll pardon the pun). So I wouldn't go out of your way to see it but if it ever turns up on TV it'll pass 70 mins if you've nothing better to do.

Big band leader, Frank (that's the leader of a big band. Kieron Moore, who plays Frank, isn't especially big, although he is Irish – you may recognise him from 60s TV such as Randall and Hopkirk and Department S) while working after hours in the Flamingo nightclub, takes a mysterious blonde, who calls herself Ruth, to see his boss, Nick Barnes. Frank opens the door to Barnes's office just as Barnes is being blasted. With a gun. This being a 1950s b film, Ruth, his alibi, disappears. According to the police she died in a railway crash seven years ago. In the subsequent trial Frank is convicted of murder and faces the high jump in three week's time – with only his Judy, Judy (Jane Griffiths) trying to clear his name.Three Sundays to Live is a Danziger production, which accounts for it being a bit, well, rubbish. I don't believe any of their films were ever shown on TV – I could be wrong – not even in the Spartan days of three channel Britain. Film stock, while on location, is drastically under developed while, on set, actor's voices fail to attend the viewer's ear. The acting isn't that convincing either – Kieron Moore's accent careens between hard boiled American and Rada. Plot lines are risible, sometimes unintentionally – murdered nightclub proprietor Barnes had business interests on the continent, run by Al Murray (not that one) – and the police are scarily blinkered in their convictions – and sometimes just scary – "I can have you broken for this." All in all Three Sundays To Live offers little, even for enthusiasts of drab British b films of the era.