Guilt Is My Shadow

Elizabeth Sellers was the only reason to bother with this. Roy Kellino was a journeyman writer/director at best and if he's remembered at all in the future it will be as the first husband of James Mason's wife, Pamela, and possibly for his partnership with Mason. It's a clumsy plot that's not sure whether it wants to be a thriller, rural idyll, or psychological drama. With no back-story we watch a getaway driver flee from a failed bank robbery and travel to Devon where an uncle puts him up temporarily. Next thing a wife turns up and again there is no back story. The man, Jamie, makes no attempt to be anything other than a bad lot so it's no surprise when he gets it where the chicken got the axe. There's still about three reels to go but Kellino is totally unable to milk it for suspense so it more or less peters out.

Jamie the bad sheep of the family gets involved in a robbery and flees to his relatives farm in the west country.subsequently his wife arrives.however the wife falls for farm life and Patrick Holt simultaneously.The wife finds Jamie stealing money from a tin box.she struggles with him and eventually hits him on the head.he dies and is buried on the farm.his absence is noted and eventually the police come to search the farm but cannot find the body.however in one of those logic defying moments that happen so often in films of that era it is clear that the wife will confess to the police.it is extremely slow and in the end rather dull and disappointing.

I just saw a pretty little UK drama, in the noir and Gothic style. The photography and score are awesome. The tale of a petty bank robber who tries to escape from the city where he knows he can be hunted by the police. So he goes to the country, to his uncle's farm, near the coast, where he works in a garage, repairing cars. But he keeps stealing, his own uncle, whose wife surprises our lead taking some money away. So they struggle and the young woman (SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS) accidentally kills the young. He dies right in the middle of the film, big surprise, as Janet Leigh in PSYCHO, under the shower. And his uncle's wife has to go on with her own guilt following her, as an obsession all along the feature. She and the uncle bury the body and the film goes on. Henry King could have make such a film, with Christianity influences. The ending is unfortunately predictable. Not a bad drama, very well made.