The real value of films like this is the glimpse of London as it was. Somebody always lives in an attic flat with a sloping glass wall.
John Desmond is an American journalist for "Worldwide News", sent to London to give "the British point of view". He has a plushy office and a secretary, and never - as far as we can tell - files any copy. Surely that's no way to run a business?
He goes to a nightclub, where there's a beautiful woman sitting alone at the bar. He picks her up and they begin a passionate affair. Would a woman really go to such a place on her own in the 50s? Or in any decade?
But then she's really a crook, so maybe she had her own reasons for being there. It all could have been scarier than it was, though there's a good chase across a railway line. But why did Jane walk straight out of the hospital with the McGuffin in her bag? She could at least have borrowed a white coat and gone out the back way...
John Desmond is an American journalist for "Worldwide News", sent to London to give "the British point of view". He has a plushy office and a secretary, and never - as far as we can tell - files any copy. Surely that's no way to run a business?
He goes to a nightclub, where there's a beautiful woman sitting alone at the bar. He picks her up and they begin a passionate affair. Would a woman really go to such a place on her own in the 50s? Or in any decade?
But then she's really a crook, so maybe she had her own reasons for being there. It all could have been scarier than it was, though there's a good chase across a railway line. But why did Jane walk straight out of the hospital with the McGuffin in her bag? She could at least have borrowed a white coat and gone out the back way...