Not great, some might say not even good, but Murder in Soho (1939) is always watchable - with some neat (and some crass) comedy - as it features the many interiors of an elegant, criminal-run nightclub eighty years ago. Generous measures at the bar evidently did not eat into the establishment's ill-gotten profits. A leap across time in so many ways. And there's an early appearance by Bernard Lee, who always brings character to proceedings (think of his panache in the sewers in The Third Man a decade later). One is left to wonder whether the screen going black after the gift of a pearl necklace meant that this came with a fleshly price. As such, there is a pleasingly louche atmosphere to it all. Very easy as it would be to pick holes in this film, there is much to be enjoyed in the rest of the fabric.