This British quota quickie "B" movie seems to run four hours, instead of sixty-five minutes. It's all talk, talk, talk and no action. Despite location filming, production values are minimal. The story is so irretrievably juvenile that even on its own half-baked level, it comes across as stupid and illogical. The two girls – Jane Griffiths and Veronica Hurst – are reasonably talented and well worth watching, but with the exception of Bruce Seton, the other actors and the direction by Francis Searle match the screenplay – fifth rate at best! Incidentally. this was not Bruce Seton's last film, as is stated elsewhere in IMDb. That last film was actually Doctor Syn, Alias the Scarecrow (1963).
Review of Dead Man's Evidence
