This is a fairly routine though watchable whodunit that is notable mainly for the nearly salacious-for-the-time talk about the womanizing habits of a gossip columnist who gets murdered. Oh yes, the ever enticing Hazel Court is present as a past amour of the now-dead rakish fellow who tries to avoid suspicion for his murder. Her husband investigates so as not to have his honey nabbed by the coppers. London locations make it watchable.
12 Reviews
Random Title For A Nice Mystery
boblipton22 March 2023
Anthony Dawson is a society columnist at the London night club he has made famous. He gets up to wander the tables, then sits down. When he gets up, he collapses, dead. The police, in the person of Carl Bernard, investigate. Newly wed reporter, Jeff Morrow (playing an alien instead of fighting them in scifi flicks) offers to help, and Bernard is agreeable. Morrow has more motive than a story; his wife, Hazel Court, is a suspect, although no one knows her name; she had been Dawson's lover before her marriage, and was trying to get some letters back.
It's a well constructed mystery, with Morrow wandering around, interviewing suspects, and as is usual, everyone had plenty of motive to kill Dawson. There's also some good outdoor photography by cinematographer Stanley Pavey as Morrow wanders past several landmarks, including the Fire monument, Buckingham Palace -- with the soldiers marching past -- and Picadilly Circus. C. M. Pennington-Richards directs efficiently, with a few tics standing in for character traits. Lionel Jeffries and Michael Balfour have nice little roles.
It's a well constructed mystery, with Morrow wandering around, interviewing suspects, and as is usual, everyone had plenty of motive to kill Dawson. There's also some good outdoor photography by cinematographer Stanley Pavey as Morrow wanders past several landmarks, including the Fire monument, Buckingham Palace -- with the soldiers marching past -- and Picadilly Circus. C. M. Pennington-Richards directs efficiently, with a few tics standing in for character traits. Lionel Jeffries and Michael Balfour have nice little roles.
the murderer is always the least obvious suspect.
malcolmgsw15 February 2015
Warning: Spoilers
A columnist falls dead in a nightclub.It turns out that he was poisoned and there are plenty of suspects lined up who would gladly have done the job.Chief amongst these are his widow and his former girlfriend,Hazel Court,who is now married to parachuted in American actor Vic Morrow.Morrow plays the usual newspaper reporter who is trying to protect his wife by destroying evidence and making himself an absolute nuisance to the police.The denouement is in traditional fashion,set in the club where the crime was committed.It is run by Lionel Jeffries with a truly awful mid Atlantic accent.As usual in these cases the method of poisoning is one you couldn't have guessed but the motive seemed a bit thin.In the end this is a very routine thriller.
Sleep inducing murder mystery
Leofwine_draca24 March 2015
Despite an impressive cast list, this British murder mystery is strictly hokum, a B-picture justly forgotten by modern audiences. It tells the tale of a ghastly gossip columnist - you know, like those ones who write for The Sun - who's murdered at a posh restaurant. An investigative journalist (American star Jeff Morrow, of THE GIANT CLAW fame) decides to solve the case by going through the suspects in turn.
About the only thing this production has going for it are the cast members. There's Hammer starlet Hazel Court, as winsome as ever as the journalist's beautiful wife. Anthony Dawson is the snide murder victim. Arthur Lowe pops up in a cameo, Marne Maitland is reduced to playing a waiter, and Lionel Jeffries bags a largish role too.
Unfortunately the rest of HOUR OF DECISION is strictly routine and the murder mystery itself is consistently boring, heavily indebted to the likes of Agatha Christie. It feels sluggish, especially at the climax where all the suspects gather in the club for a final reckoning. The production values are limited and there's no incident or atmosphere to speak of, leaving this completely missable.
About the only thing this production has going for it are the cast members. There's Hammer starlet Hazel Court, as winsome as ever as the journalist's beautiful wife. Anthony Dawson is the snide murder victim. Arthur Lowe pops up in a cameo, Marne Maitland is reduced to playing a waiter, and Lionel Jeffries bags a largish role too.
Unfortunately the rest of HOUR OF DECISION is strictly routine and the murder mystery itself is consistently boring, heavily indebted to the likes of Agatha Christie. It feels sluggish, especially at the climax where all the suspects gather in the club for a final reckoning. The production values are limited and there's no incident or atmosphere to speak of, leaving this completely missable.
An Inspector with shades of Morse
wilvram18 October 2012
This whodunit gets off to a good start in Lionel Jeffries' nightclub as we're introduced to slippery, philandering, gossip columnist Gary Bax - Anthony Dawson, every bit as convincingly disreputable as he was in DIAL M FOR MURDER. He staggers out poisoned, and reporter Joe Saunders (Jeff Morrow) assists the police to track down the killer, knowing that their chief suspect is his wife Peggy (Hazel Court) who was being blackmailed by Bax over an earlier affair she'd had with him.
Strangely, chances are ignored to build much suspense around Peggy's predicament and the middle section falls rather flat as Joe and Carl Bernard's authoritative Inspector Gower interview a variety of suspects. The latter is one of the more interesting characters. "My parents had a twisted sense of humour, you won't get my first name out of me" he dryly remarks at one point. Shades of Morse. The plodding investigation and a singularly unconvincing denouement results in the film failing to fulfil its early promise. It's all put together with a certain style and sophistication however and will be enjoyed by those who appreciate British mystery films of the period, especially if they're fans of the glamorous Hazel Court.
Strangely, chances are ignored to build much suspense around Peggy's predicament and the middle section falls rather flat as Joe and Carl Bernard's authoritative Inspector Gower interview a variety of suspects. The latter is one of the more interesting characters. "My parents had a twisted sense of humour, you won't get my first name out of me" he dryly remarks at one point. Shades of Morse. The plodding investigation and a singularly unconvincing denouement results in the film failing to fulfil its early promise. It's all put together with a certain style and sophistication however and will be enjoyed by those who appreciate British mystery films of the period, especially if they're fans of the glamorous Hazel Court.
Not worth watching
lucyrf4 August 2020
Apart from the first ten minutes, in which Andrew Dawson is a womanising gossip columnist. He is mesmerising and charismatic - and then he gets poisoned. There is a briefly interesting moment as Arthur Lowe plays a handwriting expert who just "knows" that some letters are written by the same person who made a sketch of Dawson on a cigarette packet. Dawson's wife is a "hysteric" - such a convenient label - who checks herself into a nursing home and hides behind a barrage of pill bottles.
The female cast wear some awful outfits, and supporting characters mumble - or else the sound is terrible. Half the dialogue is inaudible and I don't think I missed much.
The female cast wear some awful outfits, and supporting characters mumble - or else the sound is terrible. Half the dialogue is inaudible and I don't think I missed much.
The wasted hour of decision
johnshephard-836825 November 2019
Warning: Spoilers
One thing that musn't be overlooked in this 'murder amongst the champagne for breakfast classes' whodunnit is the remarkable skills of handwriting expert Arthur Lowe. 'What age was the person who wrote this?' asks the detective, 'Twenty-eight' replies the expert - amazing what science could do in those days. The rest leaves little of merit. Hazel Court, in a thankless role, has not only to act in many variations of distraught, but also has to be the wife of the incredibly uncharismatic Vic Morrow, playing the journalist whom the Inspector recruits (as they do) to help with his enquiries. Anthony Dawson is the despised gossip columnist (is there any other kind?), Lionel Jeffries may or may not be American, he couldn't quite decide which it was, and there is a gathering of the suspects denouement at the end that leaves the police none the wiser, until journo Joe suggests a way in which the killer might have slipped the poison into the victim's drink, but presents no evidence to support it. Never mind, the reel is about to run out, so the villain realises the game is up and confesses that it was him what done it because .... well, the victim wasn't a very nice bloke. The fact that he had no way of knowing that Dawson would stop at his table that night to present the opportunity is not explored because thirty seconds later the film is over, in just about the most abrupt ending you will ever see. Waste of time.
Sluggish and sleep inducing film
geoffm602955 August 2020
Things were still economically tough in 1957 Britain, as well as grey, with many cities still showing the scars of war. The film makers in their efforts to help the average working men and women escape the dullness and grind of everyday life, a plethora of cheap second feature ' B' films were made in the 50's about about glitzy London, populated with American second rate actors, and stories about murder amongst the fashionable middle classes who could afford cars, champagne and go to night clubs and hotels. There's not one authentic working class individual to trouble the audience in this pedestrian whodunnit at the nightclub! It's another cheaply made black and white 50's film - which has the usual American actor to make the film saleable to American audiences. In this case it's uncharismatic and wooden, Jeff Morrow, playing the crime reporter helping Scotland Yard track down the killer of despised & obnoxious gossip columnist Gary Bax, played by Anthony Dawson. Too much of the film is spent in talking, with hardly any action to enlighten the proceedings. Many of the night club scenes come across as unconvincing with its owner, Lionel Jeffries rejoicing in the ridiculous name of 'Elvin Main' trying, but failing badly, to put on an American accent. The dialogue is tiresome, with a storyline which gives the cast little opportunity to express any emotions. The 'Agatha Christie' style ending where the killer is identified is all so hammy! Any redeeming features? None as I can see.
Typical mystery for the period.......
spottedowl1 December 2007
This is standard fare for the 1950's British crime/ drama/ mystery B movies that were endlessly churned out in that period. An American newspaper reporter (Jeff Morrow), now domiciled in England is married to the delicious Hazel Court.
Our Hazel has something in her past, and a blackmailing cad has letters she has written that she would rather the husband not be aware of. Things become quite messy when the blackmailer is murdered not long after being seen with a mystery woman (Hazel). Hazel tells all to her husband, the detective investigating the murder enlists the help of the husband who attempts to shield Hazel from being identified, as the detective is convinced the mystery woman is responsible for the death of the blackmailer.
The movie climaxes with an Agatha Christie style of assembling everyone involved in the drama while the detective and husband Jeff play out a charade which reveals the true murderer. This then leaves Jeff and Hazel to live happily ever after, and Scotland Yard to be eternally grateful for newspaper reporters who solve crimes for them.
The movie shifts along at a great pace and the acting is very good. Watch for a couple of wonderful character actors of the period, Lionel Jeffries and a cameo appearance by Arthur Lowe (Dad's Army). Four stars from five.
Our Hazel has something in her past, and a blackmailing cad has letters she has written that she would rather the husband not be aware of. Things become quite messy when the blackmailer is murdered not long after being seen with a mystery woman (Hazel). Hazel tells all to her husband, the detective investigating the murder enlists the help of the husband who attempts to shield Hazel from being identified, as the detective is convinced the mystery woman is responsible for the death of the blackmailer.
The movie climaxes with an Agatha Christie style of assembling everyone involved in the drama while the detective and husband Jeff play out a charade which reveals the true murderer. This then leaves Jeff and Hazel to live happily ever after, and Scotland Yard to be eternally grateful for newspaper reporters who solve crimes for them.
The movie shifts along at a great pace and the acting is very good. Watch for a couple of wonderful character actors of the period, Lionel Jeffries and a cameo appearance by Arthur Lowe (Dad's Army). Four stars from five.
Hour of Decision
CinemaSerf1 April 2023
Jeff Morrow was never the most engaging of screen stars, and here he is not really any different as he struggles to defend his accused wife "Peggy" (Hazel Court) from charges of the murder of a pretty odious gossip columnist. The only way he can do that is to find the real culprit, and so for seventy minutes we follow a rather well trammelled path in this not very mysterious mystery. Anthony Dawson chips in well as "Bax" (again, he only really had the one gear) and there are a few scenes with Lionel Jeffries before the denouement that, well, it was hardly a shock. It's nice to see Piccadilly Circus in the late 1950s as rationing was ending and Britain's was finally emerging from the austerity of WWII, but otherwise this is just one of those bog-standard crime thrillers that you watch and forget. The title doesn't really do it any favours either.
Hour of Derision
barkiswilling13 August 2023
This 'B' feature murder mystery from Walton Studios would have never have set its sights on cinematic greatness but it really fails to spark into life at any stage. Jeff Morrow plays Joe Sanders, an ex-GI turned reporter, who spends almost the entire 81 minutes of the film trying to disprove the seemingly damning evidence against his wife (played by the lovely Hazel Court, wasted here). The premise is that someone knocked off the odious columnist Gary Bax (Anthony Dawson, enjoying himself as a slimy sophisticate), and of course, the entire cast have plenty of motives.
Morrow rather plods through the motions, most of the time hampered by an oversized raincoat, and a severe case of screen charisma bypass; Carl Bernard as Insp Gower offers some interest as an idiosyncratic detective; the ultimate denouement is a stagey 'crime reconstruction' scene reminiscent of Agatha Christie ( or is it Death in Paradise?) with all the suspects gathered together awaiting judgment.
It's invariably interesting to see who is picking up the smaller parts in these pics - and always great to see Lionel Jefferies, (but why the god awful American accent?) Arthur Lowe (later immortalised as Capt Mainwaring), has a small part as a pompous little man, in this case a Scientist - no one came close to doing it better.
Morrow rather plods through the motions, most of the time hampered by an oversized raincoat, and a severe case of screen charisma bypass; Carl Bernard as Insp Gower offers some interest as an idiosyncratic detective; the ultimate denouement is a stagey 'crime reconstruction' scene reminiscent of Agatha Christie ( or is it Death in Paradise?) with all the suspects gathered together awaiting judgment.
It's invariably interesting to see who is picking up the smaller parts in these pics - and always great to see Lionel Jefferies, (but why the god awful American accent?) Arthur Lowe (later immortalised as Capt Mainwaring), has a small part as a pompous little man, in this case a Scientist - no one came close to doing it better.
Before TV got going, British audiences just needed to get out of the rain
zzapper-25 November 2019
There wasn't much else to do in 1950s England go to a movie or to the pub. The other reviews here have really said it all. But things to watch out for the street scenes, the terrible decor of the 'smart' night club, the mid-Atlantic accents with the hope of endearing the film to American audiences,ditto actual American actor, Arthur Lowe cameo.
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