Rome Express (Walter Forde, UK, 1932, 86 minutes, Gaumont-British
Production)
Zipping along for its 86 minutes,
most of the credit for the enjoyment in this movie probably should go to
scriptwriter Sidney Gilliat who juggles a dozen characters and several train
carriages into a rather smart detective story. The McGuffin involves a stolen
Van Dyck painting and the half dozen or so people interested in acquiring it.
These include Cedric Hardwicke as a parsimonious millionaire and Conrad Veidt
as some sort of crooked thug (though its too early for him to play a Nazi). Then
there are two cute blondes who hover on the edge of the action, Esther Ralston
playing movie star Asta Marvelle and Joan Barry as Mrs Maxted. The scene where the latter lady is
semi-sprung while on a frolic with her lover, something she seems not to be
enjoying that much, when her boyfriend is recognised by his next door neighbour
and a a juggle of characters end of being seated at the same table with three
of the four playacting different roles
for themselves is very smart indeed. Made in 1932 there is some clunk to it all
but what does surprise is how much French is spoken without subtitles by the
staff at the railway station, the porters, the stewards and cooks. Unfortunately
the head of the Surete, M. Jolif, who happens to be on the train (!). He takes charge of the investigation is
played by a Brit (Frank Vosper) in a fashion that Peter Sellers perfected three
decades and beyond later. When the train crosses into Italy we learn it only by
the Italian police getting on and one of them saying “Andiamo!” Pleasurable indeed.
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