I just love Graham Greene stories, so perhaps I am biased in my review. This is a great little British noir with a fine early performance by Attenborough. This is one Greene novel I havent read, but I heard the ending was changed. Still a good film, even with alterations to the source material.
A Freudian story with a 17 years old bad boy who kills his substitute father, his older pal Spicer and is chased by his substitute mother, artist/hooker Ida Arnold. It's a film noir without shadows, a flat movie. Recommended though because it's a rare pleasure to rediscover Brighton in the year 1947.
Periodic strong segments and some good performances still don't bring this film as a whole above a mid-level production. Worth watching, but only occasionally riveting. Very interesting to see the young Richard Attenborough as the gangster Pinkie Brown. I think Johnny Depp might have modeled some of his performances at least partly on Pinkie Brown.