Nowhere to Go was the second-last Ealing Film produced and, suitably, is also the second-last film to be viewed and written about for this Challenge. Erstwhile Ealing editor Seth Holt made his directorial debut in a crime thriller which he scripted with Ealing script editor (and theatre critic) Kenneth Tynan (from a book by Donald MacKenzie). The hiring and influence of Tynan is covered in more detail by Charles Barr in the new collection Ealing Revisited, but of the seven films Balcon produced after selling the physical studio in Ealing, this is often seen as the film that offered one potential (and unfulfilled) new route for Ealing Films in the late 1950s.
Canadian thief Paul Gregory (George Nader) pursues
Harriet P. Jefferson (Bessie Love) in order to steal her rare coin collection.
Having sold the coins, he puts the money in a safe deposit box and waits to be
arrested, expecting to be out in five years. Sentenced to ten years, and with
the help of Victor Sloane (Bernard Lee), Gregory breaks out of prison and plans
to collect the money, and leave the country. A series of accidents and
double-crosses sends Gregory spinning through London’s criminal underworld,
before he ends up on the run with socialite Bridget Howard (Maggie Smith)
through the Welsh countryside.

Camerawork and set design remain strong throughout, with
composition in depth that sets up complex scenes that reward extra attention. The
apartment where Gregory stays for the first half of the film, for example, is a
precise and controlled environment: we see it shot almost exclusively from one
direction (a decision that could – unfairly – influence accusations of
theatricality), but this is a complex and deeply layered space, with layers of
information and narrative detail built on top of each other. Some images are
dominated by the white telephone that sits on a side table, or his bag: both act
as barriers to our ability to view the action, with Gregory often relegated to the
background of the room. Given this isn’t a space Gregory is familiar with, but
a borrowed location, it sets him adrift in a supposedly safe place: the idea of
lacking roots or a solid base recurs throughout. (Bridget’s apartment, by
contrast is a lived in space, more bohemian, with classic statues and arched
window frames).
Gregory is not the only character to be trapped or positioned
through such camera compositions: after being attacked, he lies unconscious on
the floor, his head taking up the bottom left of the foreground of the frame,
while Victor, in the deep background of the image, searches the apartment for
the money. In each case, the space of the apartment, and the arrangement of the
characters, is a bravura attempt to use location thematically. Forced
perspectives also crucially link character and event: Gregory in the background
of the coin dealers, with the bag (containing the coins) looming large in the
foreground; or an image outside Rosa’s flat, with a cat in extreme left of
image, and police cars pulling up in the mews below (the cat, disturbed, wakes
Gregory, who is able to escape across the roof). Some of these effects also suggest
generic identity: when Victor enters the apartment, the film uses canted camera
angles, and a streaming light from outside that casts diagonal venetian blind
shadows across the ceiling: both hark back to American (and British) crime films
and film noir from the past two
decades, an acknowledgement of how crime thrillers had changed since the 1940s.

There is a claim here that the film is interesting
because it lacks the moral centre of previous Ealing productions, but is
Gregory any better / worse / different than psychotic Professor Marcus (Alec
Guinness, The Ladykillers, 1955),
Irish terrorist Matt Sullivan (Dirk Bogarde, The Gentle Gunman, 1952), or German spy Davis (Mervyn Johns, The Next of Kin, 1942)? Gregory is
ultimately punished – shot while committing the minor crime of stealing a
bicycle – but as his actions devolve from meticulous planning to kneejerk responses,
he becomes a less fascinating character, and Nader’s performance is largely
one-note. Most of the time he is surrounded by characters actors like Bernard
Lee or Maggie Smith who disguise the lack of personality in its star.
Nowhere to Go
opens with the shriek of a steam train as it rumbles past camera, and ends with
Bridget walking down the hill, with a cloudy sunset in the distance, jazz
drifting over the imagery. It is tempting to read more into those images than
Holt (and cinematographer Paul Beeson) intended. A sunset on Ealing Films,
perhaps, given their final film would be the Australian-set The Siege of Pinchgut (1959)? A shift
from the traditional (steam trains, moral certainty, metropolitan, jazz) to
regional British spaces that the British New Wave and rock ‘n roll would soon
begin to colonise? Ealing Films would never contribute to that version of
British cinema, but Nowhere to Go
suggests they might have had interesting things to add...
[Nowhere to Go
is not currently available on DVD from Studio Canal]
Next time, the Great Ealing Film Challenge finishes with one of the studios' best loved productions, Passport to Pimlico (1949)...
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