London in the mid 50s. Three thieves have plotted a bank robbery. They slip into the building expecting to find it empty but two of the staff have stayed late and in order to keep them out of the way the robbers tie and gag them, then lock them away in the bank's strongroom -- that's a "vault" to you and me.
A long weekend lies ahead. There isn't enough air to sustain two captives in the air tight vault.To ensure the rescue of the captives before their oxygen runs out, one of the thieves is detailed to drive the bank manager's car to a distant phone booth, call the police, tip them to the situation, and tell them the keys to the vault will be found in the phone booth. The police will then retrieve the keys, release the two captives, and no murder charge will be hanging like a black cloud over the miscreants.
Well, these three crooks are no brighter than they have to be. The guy with the keys, the one driving the manager's car, totals the vehicle and is killed before he can make the call, which is very foolish of him. It leaves the two remaining thieves in an uncomfortable situation. If they don't release the captives, they'll die. But they don't have the keys to the vault because the dead man had the keys in his pocket. A visit to the mortuary and a threat of violence to the coroner do them no good. It's Friday afternoon, and nobody will be at the bank until Tuesday, by which time the two captives will no longer need air.
I think that's about as far as I'll go with the plot. It's not an unfamiliar narrative, either in feature films or television series, but the reason it's familiar is that it works. It's innately suspenseful. Will they get the two innocents out alive? And if they do, what will it cost them. Meanwhile the clock is ticking.
It's an inexpensive film. Sometimes I could almost believe they had only one set and just rearranged the furniture. The acting is at about the same level as an ordinary person might achieve with one or two days' tutoring. I've given better performances myself, most notably in the undersung art house classic "Traxx." It's true. I was the drunken cowboy in the whorehouse. My kid was the little Oriental boy who was startled by a door being burst open. Two of the performers do stand out, though. The head honcho of the gang of three is a young man with a most peculiar face -- not ugly, just unusual. You'll see what I mean if you watch the movie. The other memorable character is the blond secretary who is locked away with the manager in the bank's vault. She has an attractive face, although it consists mostly of nose.
There's nothing outstanding about the movie. The narrative works because it's irresistible, but the performances are about what you'd find in a high school play in East Orange, New Jersey. Well, there are some grace notes. A cleaning lady hums a snatch from a Beethoven symphony as she mops the floor. Note, in particular, the coroner or whatever he is. The guy huffs and blubbers his way through a tense scene, and he's hilariously bad. The investigating detective is given the best line of dialog. When the mortician complains that one of the thieves threatened to kill him in an argument about the keys, the policeman gets to ask, "Well, did he?"
A long weekend lies ahead. There isn't enough air to sustain two captives in the air tight vault.To ensure the rescue of the captives before their oxygen runs out, one of the thieves is detailed to drive the bank manager's car to a distant phone booth, call the police, tip them to the situation, and tell them the keys to the vault will be found in the phone booth. The police will then retrieve the keys, release the two captives, and no murder charge will be hanging like a black cloud over the miscreants.
Well, these three crooks are no brighter than they have to be. The guy with the keys, the one driving the manager's car, totals the vehicle and is killed before he can make the call, which is very foolish of him. It leaves the two remaining thieves in an uncomfortable situation. If they don't release the captives, they'll die. But they don't have the keys to the vault because the dead man had the keys in his pocket. A visit to the mortuary and a threat of violence to the coroner do them no good. It's Friday afternoon, and nobody will be at the bank until Tuesday, by which time the two captives will no longer need air.
I think that's about as far as I'll go with the plot. It's not an unfamiliar narrative, either in feature films or television series, but the reason it's familiar is that it works. It's innately suspenseful. Will they get the two innocents out alive? And if they do, what will it cost them. Meanwhile the clock is ticking.
It's an inexpensive film. Sometimes I could almost believe they had only one set and just rearranged the furniture. The acting is at about the same level as an ordinary person might achieve with one or two days' tutoring. I've given better performances myself, most notably in the undersung art house classic "Traxx." It's true. I was the drunken cowboy in the whorehouse. My kid was the little Oriental boy who was startled by a door being burst open. Two of the performers do stand out, though. The head honcho of the gang of three is a young man with a most peculiar face -- not ugly, just unusual. You'll see what I mean if you watch the movie. The other memorable character is the blond secretary who is locked away with the manager in the bank's vault. She has an attractive face, although it consists mostly of nose.
There's nothing outstanding about the movie. The narrative works because it's irresistible, but the performances are about what you'd find in a high school play in East Orange, New Jersey. Well, there are some grace notes. A cleaning lady hums a snatch from a Beethoven symphony as she mops the floor. Note, in particular, the coroner or whatever he is. The guy huffs and blubbers his way through a tense scene, and he's hilariously bad. The investigating detective is given the best line of dialog. When the mortician complains that one of the thieves threatened to kill him in an argument about the keys, the policeman gets to ask, "Well, did he?"