Nothing is as it seems in "The Man Who Finally Died". Figures of evil turn out to be forces of good, and vice versa. Questions with a supposedly limited number of answers turn out to have more alternative outcomes. And even the hero himself is conflicted about his own identity (he was born German, but is now a British citizen). There is an interesting post-WW2 moral complexity to this film, which is also helped by atmospheric black & white photography and a classy supporting cast. The hero is (understandably) a pretty grim guy, but his few jokes score bigtime (when a hotel maid asks him why he wears his sunglasses inside his room, he responds: "I got a bit of dirt in my eye....when I was a boy"). Perhaps my only main objection has to do with the music score, which is sweeping but sometimes overemphatic. Nevertheless, this is an overlooked film that deserves more attention. **1/2 out of 4.
Review of The Man Who Finally Died
