The Man Who Finally Died

Overly melodramatic tale of a man (Stanley Baker) called by his father, whom he believed to be dead, to visit him without giving a reason. When he arrives, he finds the father has died -- but has he really? This is fairly engrossing story that is puzzling to determine what is really going on. Unfortunately, some of the confusion is the result of many of the actions by the characters being largely inexplicable. Stanley Baker, who suspects his father did not die because of Mai Zetterling's (in the role of the dead father's wife) strange behavior, is wound so tight he seems ready to explode every moment he's on camera. Not far behind is Eric Portman in the role of the inspector, who just explodes several times almost without cause. There just didn't seem to be any direction. Mai Zetterling seemed confused. Unfortunately, blaring music at suspenseful points in the film ruins some of the intrigue. I liked the way the movie was shot but the acting was just mediocre probably due to the lack of direction. Still it's an interesting curiosity and a fun, if somewhat frustrating, viewing.

A hearse passes a German hotel and next thing "Newman" (Stanley Baker) arrives rather bemused. Why? Well that's because it was apparently the funeral of his dad, but he thought he had died twenty years ago. Events only become more curious when he then discovers that dad "Deutsch" had a young wife "Lisa" (Mai Zetterling) who lives in a sprawling mansion with "Martha" (Barbara Everest) who remembers him as a child. Something is definitely amiss, and when it transpires that they are both living as guests of local and rather creepy doctor "von Brecht" (Peter Cushing) who runs a local camp for displaced persons after the war, well he becomes even more suspicious. Meantime, local policeman "Hofmeister" (Eric Portman) is sniffing around with his henchman (Nigel Green) as is the enigmatic insurance investigator "Brenner" (Niall MacGinnis). Quite quickly, things start to become as dangerous as they are confusing for "Newman" as he becomes more and more convinced that his father might still be alive. What now ensues offers us the potential for an intrigue, but it's got too many red herring storylines that just peter our before a denouement that's a really quite disappointing hybrid of half a dozen better crime noirs. There's a lot of dialogue but little actual characterisation; the wooden Baker doesn't really impress; Zetterling features far too sparingly to make much impact and there are just too many daft German accents to make ziss much güt! The production itself isn't anyone's finest work either with some fairly obvious continuity errors and quite a few clunky edits not really helping the overlong preamble set this up to be very compelling.

This is for the most part an absorbing mystery, one of those where by no means all of the individuals are whom they appear to be. There's a strong cast of British character actors with Niall MacGinnis especially effective as a rather unorthodox insurance investigator. The film loses points by being needlessly confusing with over-reliance on the dialogue at certain stages, and if you're not paying close attention to every word at these times, the leisurely developed narrative will remain somewhat obscure. In particular the scene where Georgina Ward's Maria is introduced (together with the business regarding her late father) should have been presented with greater clarity.

Not only is THE MAN WHO FINALLY DIED the second movie where Niall MacGinnis has a gun drawn on a train during the climax following CURSE OF THE DEMON, but THE THIRD MAN has been knocked-off once again...

And this time... despite a horribly intrusive, melodramatic harpsichord hammering like lightning following a horror film revelation... it's a pretty good effort as former German child now adult British citizen/jazz pianist Stanley Baker returns to Germany after getting a mysterious call about his father, who he thought was dead twenty-years ago, and is now dead again, only it happened a week earlier...

And as this effective mystery thriller progresses, the dad, like Orson Welles's Harry Lime, could have been involved in some bad things, covered up by a doctor played by Peter Cushing (protecting widow Mai Zetterling and directed by Hammer's Quentin Lawrence, and having co-starred with Baker in VIOLENT PLAYGROUND), while also helping gorgeous ingenue Georgina Ward, whose father was buried in the same grave that, well...

There are too many twists to count or spoil, but Baker, donning Ray Charles-like sunglasses even indoors, goes from place to place in his usual strongarm, no-nonsense fashion, only a bit more vulnerable, and deliberately confused, like the audience.

What a strange movie this turned out to be. I found the conclusion most unsatisfying considering the histrionics from the majority of characters, particularly from the lead Baker and the Inspector (Portman) who swung inexplicably between moods of benevolence and vile-temperedness. Who was in whose grave and who wasn't buried at all? Was Cushing's character that of a mad scientist or a loyal and concerned friend of Baker's father? Characters take turns at pointing a gun at each other, none ever convincingly indicating they would actually use it! After all the intrigue and menacing dialogue (and lots of it) the explanation of the scientist (who wanted to be a nonentity) towards the end of the film just left me bewildered. Maybe he should have been the one pushed off the train?