36 Hours (1953)

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Don't Believe the Hype

It's entirely possible that sending the audience out feeling lousy was intentional

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

There's no mystery in Terror Street since we know right away who murders Dan Duryea's wife Elsie Albiin. But the film is a neat little noir thriller from the United Kingdom and released here under the banner of Lippert Pictures.As was a common practice in Great Britain of the Fifties an American name was obtained to star and was supported by players from there and the continent. Duryea plays an American Air Force major who goes AWOL and has a friend smuggle him to Great Britain. He had been stationed there and then temporarily transferred stateside as a flight instructor. That did not please Albiin as she's left behind.As we learn in flashback she got herself a fancy new apartment in an upscale part of London. And Albiin starts hanging around with a real shady crowd consisting of Erich Pohlmann, John Chandos, and Kenneth Griffith. We also learn she's become a come on in a blackmail scheme and wants out.We learn this at the same time Duryea does, but he rather stupidly polishes off a bottle of liquor while he waits for Albiin and one of the cast murders her. And as usual he's the one holding the bag.It's always fascinating in these kind of films how these men on the run always get some woman to help them. In this case it's Gudrun Ure, a nursing sister whom he breaks in on while the London cops are chasing him.Terror Street is a nice no frills noir film. No suspense since we know who did the deed, but the tension is good and the cast performs well.

Wherever Dan Duryea travels, film noir is sure to follow! Whether the good guy or the villain (or sometimes the red herring), his world weary face was a perfect example of the "noir look"-a bit sleazy, and someone you'd think twice about trusting. In this Lippert "B" film, he is the good guy, a war veteran whose British wife (Elsie Albiin) abandons him while he's off in America on special assignment. He's back long enough to get caught up in her murder, coming to after confronting her, finding himself next to her dead body with a the murder weapon in his hand. Knowing he is being framed, Duryea runs out just as the police get there, and utilizes the aid of a rather gullible neighbor (Gudrun Ure) both to hide him and help clear his name. You'll instantly know who the killer is, but this is not a mystery. It is all about how he gets around while trying to find out what happened which leads him to find out information on his deceased wife that isn't so pretty.This is a British made film noir that has many great things going for it, but it is also a bit too much to see the wife's dead body there (shot twice at almost point blank range) with no trace of blood. On the other hand, there are some interesting flashback sequences that let us know how Duryea and his wife met, shown through an obvious projector slide show, which is very interestingly photographed in itself. The cameraman moves much like an unseen bystander, few cuts in between, but filmed in a way that is never static. Also interesting is the character of the wife, both a gentle lady and a femme fatal, showing how many women during the war years found new ways to survive boredom while their spouses were away. Duryea is never an actor you can take an emotional interest in (his hard looks spoil any vulnerability he might have hidden inside), but he is so good at what he does that all of his characters, regardless of what side of the law they are on, are always extremely interesting. You long to see if (and how) he will get out of this plight. As the innocent mission worker, Ure is too kind to be real. When Duryea asks her to forge his wife's signature to get into her safety deposit box, I said to myself, "Oh, come on." Even in the 1950's, an amateur could not get away with forgery. Typical British eccentrics (always amusing to Americans with their unique use of the language) come in and out of the story to give local flavor. While watching this, I realized how similar it was in many senses to 1946's classic "The Blue Dahlia" which has pretty much the same conflict but a more identifiable hero.

Despite its bad press, "36 Hours" (1953) is not a total write-off. True, Dan Duryea is miscast as hero rather than villain and the girls are not much to write home about. But it's beautifully photographed by "Heads" Harvey (called "Heads" because of his fondness for placing the top of the actors' heads right against the frame line) and directed with a surprising amount of style by Montgomery Tully. The support cast lines up as one of the most solid assembled by Hammer with Eric Pohlmann and John Chandos as the heavies, Russell Napier and Michael Golden as detectives, Kenneth Griffith as the psycho, Lee Patterson in a tiny role as the co-pilot, and best of all, Harold Lang as the desk clerk.

Dan Duryea looked his age (46) when he made this Brit noir in 1953. The bags under the eyes aren't disguised. There are wrinkles on his forehead and creases around his mouth. Those wrinkles and creases, and his skill as an actor, are among the best things about this workmanlike film. Duryea was a fine, interesting actor, with in some movies a kind of sleazy menace and in others a puzzled sincerity. In Terror Street he raises our expectations every time he's on camera. As Major Bill Rogers, a U. S. Air Force pilot, he's hitched a ride from the States on a military plane so he can talk to his unhappy wife, Katie. When he shows up at their apartment in London, she's missing. Finally he locates her new apartment. She shows up but before they can talk he's knocked unconscious. When he comes to he finds her lying beside him dead, shot with bullets from his gun. He has 36 hours to find the killer; he must be back at the air-base for his return flight. The conclusion is strictly standard fare for cheaply produced noirs, but getting there is surprisingly rewarding. In Terror Street, Dan Duryea isn't just one more B-noir tough guy hero. He's distraught that his wife apparently left him while he was gone for a year. For most of the movie he's unsure of himself, unsure of what his wife was doing, unsure of why she would have been killed and unsure if in fact she had ever loved him. Only until the last quarter of the movie, when the script requires him to do tough guy things, does his performance begin to look routine. Unusual in these low-grade noirs, there are several other performances where the quality shines. Ann Gudrin plays Jenny Miller, the smart young woman who runs a mission and who helps Bill. Very subtly, Gudrin let's us see that Miller's feelings, carefully proper, may be moving in ways that surprise her. Eric Pohlman plays a suave antiques dealer with debonaire assurance. But at least at the end the bad guys have paid the price, Katie's reputation is restored even if she isn't and, while Bill heads back to the States, we find a hint that he plans to stay in contact with Jenny. She smiles. So do we. They'd make a good match.