Low key war film focusing on scientists unravelling the secret of booby traps being dropped by the Luftwaffe. David Farrar plays a boffin in constant pain with an amputated foot who takes to drink. Kathleen Byron is his long-suffering girl, Michael Gough, Cyril Cusack, Milton Rosmer, Jack Hawkins, Geoffrey Keen, Bryan Forbes, Robert Morley (anonymously as "a Guest"), Sid James as pub landlord refusing to serve the drunk hero and last but not least Renee Asherson in the climactic bomb defusing sequence tasked with relaying David Farrar's narrative as he carefully dismantles the explosive device. Apart from this effectively tense scene on Chesil Beach, the only sequence identifying this as a Powell-Pressburger film is where David Farrar experiences a brainstorm surrounded by an increasing number of alarm clocks ticking ever louder. And did I hear a theremin on the soundtrack, or was it just a musical saw? Oh and the Hammer employee Freddie Francis was credited as Cameraman.
Review of Hour of Glory
