Sluggish and stilted at the start (to the point where I began inventing my own dialogue for amusement) blind, bitter and frustrated playwright Van Johnson lurches towards The Eagle, a pub so devoid of character and atmosphere, it ought to have been called The Lame Duck! Gently sipping his scotch, he is almost immediately receptive to a disturbing conversation in the adjacent bar, partially obliterated by a participant on the pinball machine.
He may have lost his sight, but with one, two, three, four senses working overtime, he detects that someone is in grave danger. Needless to say nobody catches a clear view of the couple as they hurriedly depart and Johnson is left with only the whiff of a familiar perfume as a clue.
Senior police investigator, Maurice Denham and his anonymous sidekick are none too impressed by Johnson's fanciful, melodramatic musings. No doubt far more preoccupied with ridding the capital of REAL crime - wearing odd socks in a built up area and eating crisps without due care and attention - to take the rambling whims of a blind man seriously.
From this point, the pace increases, with Johnson playing detective, supported by lovely former fiance, Vera Miles and plum in the mouth, secretary/servant Cecil Parker. Barely have we finished chuckling at Patricia Laffan's phony Scottish accent, than we discover it was a genuinely phony Scottish accent, integral to an ever deepening plot. Parker adds some welcome comic relief, making endless telephone calls and undertaking miles of leg work in torrential rain. Meanwhile Johnson's own attempt to bring the culprits into the open lead to him being lured into what he believes is an apartment, but is only the crumbling remains of a bare room at the top of a derelict, bomb damaged building, entirely stripped of any frontage. It takes a murder to finally arouse Denham and company from their inertia, but for the man whose only constant companion is darkness, one daunting, final challenge lies in wait.
Distinctly underwhelmed, when I watched '23 Paces' a number of years ago. Viewing it a second time, the movie falls comfortably into the category of 'neat little thriller'. Not mega, but sufficiently interesting and unusual to hold the attention, proving that films are often worthy of reappraisal and in some cases improve with age.
He may have lost his sight, but with one, two, three, four senses working overtime, he detects that someone is in grave danger. Needless to say nobody catches a clear view of the couple as they hurriedly depart and Johnson is left with only the whiff of a familiar perfume as a clue.
Senior police investigator, Maurice Denham and his anonymous sidekick are none too impressed by Johnson's fanciful, melodramatic musings. No doubt far more preoccupied with ridding the capital of REAL crime - wearing odd socks in a built up area and eating crisps without due care and attention - to take the rambling whims of a blind man seriously.
From this point, the pace increases, with Johnson playing detective, supported by lovely former fiance, Vera Miles and plum in the mouth, secretary/servant Cecil Parker. Barely have we finished chuckling at Patricia Laffan's phony Scottish accent, than we discover it was a genuinely phony Scottish accent, integral to an ever deepening plot. Parker adds some welcome comic relief, making endless telephone calls and undertaking miles of leg work in torrential rain. Meanwhile Johnson's own attempt to bring the culprits into the open lead to him being lured into what he believes is an apartment, but is only the crumbling remains of a bare room at the top of a derelict, bomb damaged building, entirely stripped of any frontage. It takes a murder to finally arouse Denham and company from their inertia, but for the man whose only constant companion is darkness, one daunting, final challenge lies in wait.
Distinctly underwhelmed, when I watched '23 Paces' a number of years ago. Viewing it a second time, the movie falls comfortably into the category of 'neat little thriller'. Not mega, but sufficiently interesting and unusual to hold the attention, proving that films are often worthy of reappraisal and in some cases improve with age.
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