Hidden Homicide

1959 "Murder Wears Three Masks !!!"
5.8| 1h10m| NR| en
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A novelist wakes up with a gun in his hand and a corpse in the house he woke up in. He doesn't remember how he got there or even if he committed the killing.

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Bill and Michael Luckwell Ltd.

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Rio Hayward All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.
Abegail Noëlle While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.
Bob This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.
Cristal The movie really just wants to entertain people.
hwg1957-102-265704 Based on the novel 'Murder at Shinglestrand' written by Paul Capon the film starts off with a man going to bed then waking up in a house he has never been in, holding a gun. On searching the place he finds the body of his cousin. Then off we go until the final denouement, which did surprise me. Looking at the film again it is really obvious but I missed the clues on first viewing. Griffith Jones is a bit (well, a lot) dull as the hero but Bruce Seton as the crime reporter brings his usual quiet authority to the part and James Kenney is very good in three parts. Half way through I was looking for him to turn up as he was second billed in the credits but he already had in one role. It fooled me. It's not a fast moving film but there is no padding in its run time. The romance is perfunctory and doesn't hold things up. A lot was filmed on location so there are nice shots of late fifties London, which for a Londoner is always good to see. Continuity for the film was done by the splendidly named Splinters Deason.
ronevickers As "B" features go, this is quite a bizarre movie. It's plot is routine, whilst also convoluted, as are the characterizations. It switches from staginess in presentation, to quite pointed scenes of tension and menace. A lot of this is due to the acting, some of which is wooden in the extreme, particularly from Patricia Laffan who looks like she has simply wandered onto the film set and hasn't learnt her lines! The scene where she ends in an embrace with Griffith Jones is hilarious. The film is carried by James Kenney who, at least, imbues his characters with some style and sense of purpose. He was, of course, an actor who specialised in edgy, sinister type roles and he performs well in this film. It's quaint and dated now, and is very much a mixed bag.
fillherupjacko After opening titles of sinister hypnotic music and swirling water, we're in a London apartment where Michael Cornforth, a writer, (Griffiths Jones) is making ready for bed. The next morning when he awakes he's not only fully dressed and in a completely different place in the sticks – he's also holding a gun! After a bewildered nosey round the gaff, this being a black and white second feature, he of course finds a dead body - in the kitchen. Two Rank charm school types, Jean (played by Patricia Laffan) a bossy nosey parker type certainly, a lesbian possibly – and Marian, a beautiful trance like possibly drug addicted living doll – call round on, of all things, a walking holiday. They're soaked to the skin (it is, after all ,raining) and seeking shelter. This being Britain in the 1950, Cornforth can't tell them to do one so he only goes and lets them in doesn't he. After lots of farcical trying to keep them out of the kitchen stuff while not appearing to be totally odd - and Jean informing Cornforth that her friend is "very nervy and imaginative – always expecting to find bodies under the bed" - Marian upsets the Saxa salt and one textbook scream later discovers the corpse. Not unnaturally the two girls try and bail out. Cornforth prevents this at gunpoint – and then things begin to get really silly. He wants to talk to Jean who then simply goes off with him for a nice chat while leaving Marian in the bedroom without explanation like a naughty child. Cornforth says he can prove he was in London last night as his neighbour Mungo Jerry – or Peddy – saw him. Jean then goes from "You murdered him (not Mungo) didn't you?" to "I can take care of Marian. No one believes her anyway" in the blink of an eye. Why I'm not sure. It can't be Cornforth's charisma. Later on Jean informs Cornforth that she's had Marian sent to hospital. "They've got her under heavy sedation. She'll be out for 24 hours." With friends like that? All in all Hidden Homicide – in terms of characterisation, plotting and probability - charters new waters of terribleness even by the standards of the British black and white 1950s B movie.
GUENOT PHILIPPE A good British mystery story from the other side of the Channel. Produced by Rank organization studios. Music score is so British, we never hear this kind of music in US features. Not really a film noir, but a well made story about a man accused of a murder he did not commit. Of course. So far, nothing unusual, but after the topic becomes interesting.SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILERThe murderer impersonates a female artist of the music hall, sort of Calamity Jane, who was supposed to have killed the man found in our lead's house. The murder he is accused of.Not bad at all. I have seen worse, among UK fifties crime mystery movies.