Apart from the first ten minutes, in which Andrew Dawson is a womanising gossip columnist. He is mesmerising and charismatic - and then he gets poisoned. There is a briefly interesting moment as Arthur Lowe plays a handwriting expert who just "knows" that some letters are written by the same person who made a sketch of Dawson on a cigarette packet. Dawson's wife is a "hysteric" - such a convenient label - who checks herself into a nursing home and hides behind a barrage of pill bottles.
The female cast wear some awful outfits, and supporting characters mumble - or else the sound is terrible. Half the dialogue is inaudible and I don't think I missed much.
The female cast wear some awful outfits, and supporting characters mumble - or else the sound is terrible. Half the dialogue is inaudible and I don't think I missed much.