Director: Franz Josef Gottlieb
Year: 1964
Country: Germany
Rating: 7.0
Pin ball,
sin hall, minds in free fall
Chocolate-coloured ladies making eyes through
the smoke-pall
Soho (needless to say)
I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening
I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
Poor old wino turns with dust in his eyes
Begs for the dregs from the bottom of the
kegs, man
You've never seen a lady lay down and spread
her legs like
Soho (needless to say)
I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday evening
I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
Al Stewart
This Krimi is set in the Red Light area
of Soho where the fog always seems to be swirling around like the barely-clad
women on stage at the Zanzibar. If you see something you like, it is only
a short walk across the street to a hotel where the rooms are rented out
by the hour. Or less depending. Men cavort and eventually go home when they
are satisfied either from the watered-down booze or the friendly come-ons.
But lately not all men get what they want. Instead, they find themselves
at the sharp end of a long blade. This feels like a precursor to the Giallos
of the next decade. An unknown, unseen killer is coming out of the fog with
a shiny new blade to murder a series of men and then leaving money in their
pocket. The morgue is getting busy. Chief Inspector Patton (Dieter
Borsche) and his boss Sir Philip (Hans Söhnker) seem to have no clue
how to stop this killer. Not even when the famous female crime author Clarinda
(Barbara Rütting) begins looking into it for her next book. Both men
seem as interested in her as they do in finding the killer.
The Zanzibar Club is where it is all happening
- a cozy evening away from home and the wife - as strippers show their assets,
an Arab throws knives at a women spinning around on a pin wheel, a lovely
photographer (Helga Sommerfeld) walks around in a bikini talking men into
a picture - who could say no - and behind the glass mirror the owner (Elisabeth
Flickenschildt) sits in her wheelchair spinning her webs of deceit, hiding
her scars and seeing everything along with her roly-poly doctor (Werner Peters)
who stands like an obedient dog at her side. The real star of the film though is the set designer
Hans Jürgen Kiebach, who won an Oscar for the sets on Cabaret. He creates
an insulated world of bars, narrow streets, blinking neon, lust, women in
windows and in the shadows entreating men to say yes.
Over this in the opening scene floats the
soft vocals of Tanja Berg with a tune that could have come from the pen of
Brecht and Weill. Shot in crisp black and white and directed by Franz Josef
Gottlieb (The Black Abbott, The Secret of the Black Widow, The Curse of the
Hidden Vault and of course our favorites Swedish Wife Exchange and Hot Hungry
School Girls). It could have been paced a bit faster and confuses itself
when the killer is finally revealed, but this is one of the better Krimis
that I have seen so far.