Not a description of the film itself, one of the best "Footsteps in the Fog" style thrillers (set in modern times), but about what comes from the mystery that would infuriate those trying to solve it even as they laughed at themselves for falling prey to their own stupidity. The film surrounds the rumored return from the dead of a British army major just as his widow (Muriel Pavlow) has prepared to move on by marrying Donald Sinden. The man in the fog turns out not to be the husband and is brutally murdered when he runs into the murky night.
A sinister group of buskers who parade around in the fog meet in a creepy old building and end up holding Sinden hostage. They're searching for treasure, one that the missing major claimed with bravado to possess. The mystery gets more sinister as the gloomy night turns even more invisible (that's the print of the movie purposely dreary, not your screen), and that makes for a marvelous atmospheric work of art.
Purposely slow so it draws you in, this becomes frustrating at times as thr viewer anxiously waits for something to happen. My patience was tested several times. But it's worth the wait for everything to come out, and then it's a laughable twist of irony that wraps everything up. A great supporting cast of a variety of British character actors shows practically every character type under the British sun (or in this case moonlit fog) getting the chance to move the plot along. Sinden and Pavlow are excellent, with Bernard Miles, Laurence Naismith and Charles Victor also memorable.
A sinister group of buskers who parade around in the fog meet in a creepy old building and end up holding Sinden hostage. They're searching for treasure, one that the missing major claimed with bravado to possess. The mystery gets more sinister as the gloomy night turns even more invisible (that's the print of the movie purposely dreary, not your screen), and that makes for a marvelous atmospheric work of art.
Purposely slow so it draws you in, this becomes frustrating at times as thr viewer anxiously waits for something to happen. My patience was tested several times. But it's worth the wait for everything to come out, and then it's a laughable twist of irony that wraps everything up. A great supporting cast of a variety of British character actors shows practically every character type under the British sun (or in this case moonlit fog) getting the chance to move the plot along. Sinden and Pavlow are excellent, with Bernard Miles, Laurence Naismith and Charles Victor also memorable.