Hangman's Wharf

This has the typical British b movie feel about it, I can imagine it being shown secondary to some marvellous thriller.

The story starts off with a lot of intrigue, but sadly as it starts to build, it does genuinely lose all focus, leaving you as a viewer wondering how on Earth that boat vanished, and just how on Earth those gunmen managed not to spot the ingenious hiding place of their intended victims, neither was none too bright.

It's very short, short enough for you not to get bored and wander off to do the dishes, I did like the chemistry between Galloway and Alison, she pulls some amusing faces, sadly not as funny as her Patrician interpretation of an Inverness accent.

Despite my few criticisms I did rather enjoy it, it filled a wet February afternoon. 6/10

Well you can't really complain.You expect a dismal standard of production from a film produced by E J Fancey and on this film he certainly does not let you down.The photography is quite murky at times,the sound poorly recorded,the studio very small and the acting is amateurish.Campbell Singer,playing as usual,a police detective is the only actor I recognise.This film would make his Merton Park films seem like minor classics.Furthermore I hate thrillers where in the last scene the characters give you all the information for understanding a plot that you had given up on half an hour earlier.

John Witty is a doctor without much of a practice in the Scilly Islands. And someone is trying to kill him. So he and Genine Graham try to figure out who, even as local policeman Campbell Singer tries to put him in jail for some other murders.

It's co-written, directed, photographed and edited by Cecil H. Williamson. I had never noticed his name before and judging by this movie, he was a good editor. Although the dialogue and plot are poor, the performers can't be expected to remember their lines, and the camerawork is dull, despite potentially interesting settings, this moves along at a good clip, from one poorly motivated shot to the next. Both leads are supposed to be from Scotland, but can't be bothered to maintain consistent accents..... no, that's not true, Miss Graham, who's supposed to be from Inverness, sound like she's just come from a posh finishing school.

If you enjoy British "b" movies from the 50s, try and catch this little effort. It's quite laughably bad, which makes it all the more entertaining. The basic plot, and the way it all pans out, is bargain basement stuff, and some of the acting is quite hilarious. The main character, Dr Galloway, played by John Witty sports the worst, and most inconsistent, scots accent you are ever likely to hear. Similarly, his co-star, Genine Graham's character is supposed to hail from Inverness, but sounds as though she's just left an English boarding school. The main baddie's henchmen are a real hoot - one is full of forced menace, and the other would have trouble scaring a three year old! The movie does move along briskly, and doesn't give the viewer time to become bored. In it's own amateurish, unsophisticated way it's got a certain charm and is harmless stuff. Just the thing to while away a quick hour for fans of such films.

OK, first of all you have to accept that the accents here - ostensibly Scots (?) are all o'er the place. John Witty plays a doctor ("Galloway" not "Finlay") who is summoned to a ship late at night on a hoax visit; on his way home again he narrowly escapes death from a falling oil drum by the timely intervention of Genine Graham and they both become embroiled in an investigation of murder and intrigue. It's based on a BBC serial and the production values are maybe a bit higher than you might expect. Campbell Singer (who always seems to pop us as a jovial Scotland Yard inspector) is quite good; and you might recognise Patricia Laffan as the wife of the baddie (she played "Poppaea in "Quo Vadis" one year later).