Review: The Ship That Died of Shame
The ship of the title is a WWII ship, now repurposed
sometime after the war into a vessel for smuggling activities carried out by the
very same ex-servicemen who used it during the war. George Baker tragically
loses his wife and finds it tough to get work after returning home from the war.
So when his sleazy ex-comrade Richard Attenborough to help smuggle some goods
(booze, chocolate, etc), he somewhat reluctantly accepts. They also recruit
fellow ex-serviceman Bill Owen. However, they eventually acquire a partner in
smuggler Roland Culver, and that’s where the operation turns a bit more
sinister. Bernard Lee plays a cynical customs officer who knows they’re up to
something but hasn’t quite been able to catch them in the act yet. Virginia
McKenna appears briefly as Baker’s wife.
Dreadful title, but this solid 1955 Ealing Studios
crime-caper has an even worse alternate title in “PT Raiders”. At least
this title is less generic and does pertain to the plot, silly as it sounds. Directed
by Basil Dearden (“Khartoum”), it’s no world-beater but a pretty
irresistible story with terrific performances right down the line. Richard
Attenborough probably deserves top mention for his rather seedy performance.
He’s genuinely creepy in his seeming enthusiasm for the nastier side of war,
let alone crime. George Baker is a good choice for essentially the only halfway
sympathetic character among the leads, whilst Bernard Lee and Roland Culver
offer sterling support. It’s a bit of a shame that Virginia McKenna’s
appearance is so brief, however. It’s basically a glorified cameo. I actually
don’t think the film needs her character anyway, and the opening 10 minutes are
the film’s sole flaw. I think they slow things down before it really gets off
the ground. After that, things pick up and never really let down. There’s a bit
of a supernatural tinge to the film as the title may suggest, but it’s very,
very slightly introduced and doesn’t seem that incongruous to me.
Ungainly titled and slightly slow to start, this post-WWII
caper has a pretty enjoyable plot and is enacted by a bunch of pros. Worth a
look, though with more judicious editing it could’ve been damn good instead of pretty
good. At any rate, it’s still probably a bit underrated by some. Based on a
magazine story by Nicholas Monsarrat (“The Cruel Sea”), the screenplay
is by John Whiting (“The Captain’s Table”, “The Devils”), Michael
Relph (“The Man Who Haunted Himself”), and Dearden.
Rating: B-
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