Made in 1965 by Anthony Simmons at the tail-end of the British 'Kitchen Sink' period, this existential mystery contains some beautifully noir camera-work and features Judi Dench looking cute despite the rather sordid scenario, before she abandoned the cinema for theatre. Her part, of wronged wife and central mystery figure, did not necessarily call for a great deal of heavily emotional acting, but she put that over clearly in just two or three lines, in one scene. Joe Melia also does a fine bit of sub-Shakespearean clowning. This is by no means the only film Simmons directed, and it's about time it was brought up from the vaults along with whatever else can be found in one piece; in fact, it's about time for a Kitchen Sink Revival.
Review of Four in the Morning
