‘Blackout’ is cheap, but never nasty. The story has all the hallmarks of classic noir – a man stumbles upon a murder purely by coincidence – with an interesting twist, i.e. the witness is blind and, considered harmless by the murderers, gets socked on the head instead of being shot. After an operation to restore his sight (it would have been so much better if the bang on the bonce had done it) he decides to track down the killers and bring them to justice.
|Reed feels his way around.|
|'What's this? having a lie down, mate?'|
|I've always liked the word 'bandages'.|
|Eyebrow seconds from arching.|
|The marvellous Eric Pohlmann, perennial foreign rotter.|
|Not Dinah Sheridan. Great hair, though.|
|Nice Noir visuals.|
Apart from Reed, it was nice to see shady continental Eric Pohlmann and top lurker Michael Brennan as the nastiest and most capable heavy. Dinah Sheridan is the love interest, but she’s clearly too nice and polite for Reed, so I don’t expect it be too long before she starts noticing Revlon on his collar and matches from night clubs in his pocket, the lanky cad, or am I perhaps reading too much into what is, essentially, an entertaining but throwaway b-movie?