A racketeer will stop at nothing to protect his business. Murder and maimings are a regular practice. A young female reporter crosses his path.
Nigel Patrick, usually cool and anchored, plays the racket's second-in-command, and is the only reason for watching this terrible film. His rattling motormouth, working triple-time, enlivens every scene he's in. The veteran Hay Petrie has a small part as a barber/executioner, and manages to generate some menace. The rest of the cast flounder and sink in wave after wave of turgid lines and direction, helplessly lost at sea. One of those films you regret wasting your time on.
In some ways a conventional British B movie gangster film but this is better than another Greville British film 'Guilty' . This one is set only in London and has many cliched aspects to its plot about a gangster meeting his just deserts at the hands of an incorruptible British police, a fearless press, albeit with an American reporter, and justice system. Greville introduces some stylish angles and cuts to enliven the filming but there is not much else of interest to this film beyond his direction even though the screenplay is by Richard Llewellyn. Nigel Patrick's acting stands out but I found his character tiresome after a while and Derek Parr is as usual anodyne. I wonder what Greville really thought about this and all his British-made films?
Gréville had a career in France before moving to the UK in the thirties and was something of a stylist. He transformed unremarkable scripts into imaginative visual works not usual for such budgets. Noose is British film noir, a story of a pair of sparring reporters (Carole Landis in her last role before killing herself, and an anodyne Derek Farr) up against the mafia. And while that doesn't sound likely, particularly as Landis works in the fashion department, it is merely the setting for Gréville's directorial elan, and a few startling performances. Joseph Calleia is memorably menacing as the mob boss, his principle tools being intimidation, torture and a lack of brains. Landis brings some attractive screwball glamour. But, not so much stealing the film, as heisting the whole venture intact, is Nigel Patrick as a motormouth go-to front office mafia fixer. One of the great performances in British films, massively enjoyable, and credit Gréville for allowing Patrick to dominate to such great effect. The film pitches awkwardly between violence and comedy, and the ending is a disaster, but this is a classic because of the directors visual style and Patrick's superb characterisation.