It's a British entry from 1939 takes place in a nightclub in London. Staring is the evil LaRue and some unknown mousy thing he falls for cause she's got class. LaRue kills a double crosser who turns out to be Ms. Class' ex-husband. Then the suave police inspector arrives with his cane and investigates. He's dapper. Scenes and shots of the activity in the snazzy nightclub. Twists. Turns. Finally, LaRue has to split in a hurry and his old flame who he dumped for Ms. Class begs him to take her on his escape to France from London, she shoves her aside, so she shoots him. Police arrive. LaRue's henchmen are rounded up. Miss Class ends up marrying someone, whoever. Whatever. It's not an awful movie, it's just mediocre. Ho-Hum.
Review of Murder in the Night
