An Inspector Falls


It was in New York — enjoying cocktails with critic/filmmakers Dan Sallitt and Jaime Christley — I *THINK* — that the subject of Robert Hamer’s 1949 THE SPIDER AND THE FLY was mentioned, I *think* by Jaime. A Manhattan was consumed at some point so the whole thing’s blurry. But I had had a copy of this movie gathering dust for years, and had never watched it. The jist of the conversation was that I should blow off that dust and get the thing watched, and that I would not be disappointed.

In certain respects the film, starring Eric Portman as a French detective and Guy Rolfe as a master criminal, foreshadows Hamer’s better-known, later film FATHER BROWN (generically retitled THE DETECTIVE in America in what seems like a bid to obscure the Unique Selling Point). Both films are structured around a cat-and-mouse pursuit between a dogged detective and an aristocratic thief. But FATHER BROWN (a) gets shown on TV quite a bit and (b) isn’t very satisfactory — it lacks the uncanny quality of Chesterton’s source stories, and though it isn’t as committed to Catholic propaganda, what it substitutes, a bland moralism, doesn’t seem to interest the maker of KIND HEARTS AND CORONETS. THE SPIDER AND THE FLY (a) never gets shown and (b) is very good indeed, with a proper complexity and a non-judgemental approach.


Portman is a rather cold, clinical chief of police, determined to net the equally ruthless Rolfe (suave, cynical, linear as linguini in outline). He falls for a woman (Nadia Gray) whom Rolfe uses in  a job and allows to take the fall. But Rolfe is beginning to have feelings for her two. Will Portman resort to dirty tricks to get his man AND get the girl? And, more excitingly, what will happen at the one hour mark after both of those questions are unexpectedly answered? There’s undoubtedly a slight judder as the film has to reboot its entire narrative with just half an hour to go — maybe it could have been longer and that switcheroo might have sat more comfortably as a midway break — but by and large the benefits of bamboozling the audience outweight the risks to structural integrity.


The cast is excellent. Portman, as ever, looks as if he might pour glue in your hair when you’re not looking, which adds a certain intensity to every scene he’s in. His character is a type I find appealing — the outwardly cold expert who falls passionately when he does fall. I didn’t really know Rolfe, though he seems to have slithered into everything. He’s wonderfully louche here. His frame, alarmingly attenuated, spaghettified as if by flirting with an event horizon suggests a stilt-walker. He’s the kind of master-criminal who probably leaves at each crime scene, as a calling card, a two-metre-long trouser leg. Supporting cast includes a skinny young Arthur Lowe who manages to look older in 1949 than he did in 1982, a whey-faced George Cole, James “Mr. Kipling” Hayter, and May Hallett as a very different housekeeper from the one she played in BLACK NARCISSUS.


Lowe. left.

Best of all, it’s serious like IT ALWAYS RAINS ON SUNDAY but witty and ironic like KIND HEARTS. Seth Holt edited it, Geoffrey Unsworth shot it, and the smudgy production design by Edward Carrick makes nearly every set look like either a smeared charcoal sketch or a dripping wet clay model slapped together crookedly and then somehow populated by life-sized, breathing people.

Alongside Alec Guinness, who did his best to prop Hamer up as his drinking slowly dissolved his mind, Eric Portman seems to have been Hamer’s favourite actor. He can bring the crisp coolness of Dennis Price to a heavier, more dramatic role. It looks as if he’ll never be appreciated the way some of his contemporaries are. A CANTERBURY TALE shows what he could do, but it doesn’t quite do for him what COLONEL BLIMP does for Roger Livesey, probably just because it isn’t as beloved a film. But its strangeness suits him. Portman fans looking for more viewing recommendations are directed towards DAYBREAK, my contender for the Saddest Film Ever Made.

11 Responses to “An Inspector Falls”

  1. An interesting aspect of British films of the 1930s and 1940s was that if a film was set in France it could be more realistic psychologically. There’s nothing to stop The Spider and the Fly being set in Britain except that it just wouldn’t be acceptable.

  2. Yes, we couldn’t have shown a British copper tricking a suspect by lying to him, I think. But we were happy to credit such chicanery to a un flic.

  3. henryholland666 Says:

    [shakes fist] Bloody untrustworthy frogs! [shakes fist again]

    Robert Hamer directed two fantastic movies not mentioned in your typically excellent post. Well, the first one is just a segment in the great “Dead of Night” (1945), the strange “Haunted Mirror” segment. Michael Redgrave’s incredible Maxwell Frere dealing with that *shudder* creepy dummy Hugo *shudder* is one of my favorite performances on film.

    Hamer also directed the excellent Alec Guinness vehicle “The Scapegoat” set in….wait for it….France.

  4. The Scapegoat was a bit compromised, wasn’t it? But it’s still very interesting.

    I’m keen to see The Long Memory now, and wonder if there are any other mini-masterpieces lurking in his oeuvre.

  5. henryholland666 Says:

    From the Wikipedia entry for “The Scapegoat”:

    “According to Robert Osborne of Turner Classic Movies, the original choice for Barratt / De Gué was Cary Grant, but Daphne du Maurier insisted on Guinness because he reminded her of her father, actor Gerald du Maurier.

    Osborne also states that when Hamer was drunk, Guinness handled the directing chores”

    Would love to know what bits AG directed. Cary Grant would have been a good choice, he was quite good as the creep Johnnie in “Suspicion”. Too bad they went with the “happy ending” for that one.

  6. Anne V Coates has talked about editing for Hamer. A former cutter himself, he would purposely mismatch angles to give her interesting challenges, after she told him that a good editor can find away to cut between any two shots. This speaks of an intriguingly antic disposition in the filmmaker.

    I believe Guinness didn’t get on well with Bette, and then cut out a lot of her scenes at the expense of the film.

  7. Jeff Gee Says:

    “Spaghettified as if by flirting with an event horizon” is gold.

  8. Thanks! I first encountered the term “spaghettification” in a documentary on black holes (with accompanying claymation astronaut) and have chosen to believe it’s a legit word ever since.

  9. Rolfe seemed to enjoy utility in camp horror in the latter half of his career. He led the PUPPETMASTER series from its third installment to its finish as the villain Toulon, and he has the title role in Castle’s MR. SARDONICUS. (If you don’t feel like sleeping tonight, do a Google Image search for Guy Rolfe Mr Sardonicus.)

    His career was very long and very English: some prestige mega-productions, plenty of television, a liberal quantity of camp and horror. I’m surprised we don’t know him better.

  10. The Long Memory is a good film and – oddly enough – features a British copper with a personal and moral dilemma…

  11. Ah, Mr Sardonicus! Castle’s most boring horror film, as I recall, except for the ending/s.

    OK, The Long Memory moves up the list!

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