No matter how low budget a British movie is, there's usually great acting being filled with great actors... of the British or neighboring-European kind... here from 1950 with night-passage stranded archaeologist Trevor Howard in a Tunisian town, consisting of a noirish tavern that includes wispy ingenue Anouk Aimée and where usual-lead-villain Herbert Lom only seems in charge of the impending darkness...
Turns out being a more sophisticated, monologue-spouting Walter Rilla while Howard's distracted in a beachy romance with the extremely vulnerable Aimée... while Lom's and handsome partner Jacques Sernas are keeping something chillingly secret: the only real nice person is bartender Wilfrid Hyde-White while Howard, in the midst of a lean, economic thriller without much suspense yet high on atmospheric tension, seems to kind of stand around and... wait for the outcome, which is actually pretty tight and pulpy, and worth re-watching.
Turns out being a more sophisticated, monologue-spouting Walter Rilla while Howard's distracted in a beachy romance with the extremely vulnerable Aimée... while Lom's and handsome partner Jacques Sernas are keeping something chillingly secret: the only real nice person is bartender Wilfrid Hyde-White while Howard, in the midst of a lean, economic thriller without much suspense yet high on atmospheric tension, seems to kind of stand around and... wait for the outcome, which is actually pretty tight and pulpy, and worth re-watching.