Word: rutherford
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...other hand, Murder, (She Said) (at the Exeter, KE 6-7067) makes a perfect evening. Margaret Rutherford is superb as the undaunted amateur sleuth who solves a mysterious murder after many complications. The story is an Agatha Christie and a good one; the production is excellent...
Such a state of affairs is exceedingly unfortunate, for Miss Rutherford, a delectable mountain of a woman, is a supreme comic actress. This truth my now come to be appreciated, for in Murder (She Said)--damned awkward name for a film, really--She has a movie all to herself. Nominally, of course, Miss Rutherford shares her billing with James Robinson Justice and Arthur Kennedy, capable men. But they are mere objects for her to bully, to investigate, or to stalk in a rather frighteningly effective...
...Murder (She Said), is, in form, a murder mystery, sensibly, 4:50 From Paddington. Miss Rutherford, you see, observes during the first minute of the movie, a murder on a train running parallel to one on which she is traveling; and naturally enough, her sole object thereafter is to track down the malfeasant. The police, equally naturally, are rather stupid, and think Miss Rutherford's gone barmy. She, consequently, marches fearlessly to the house where she has traced the skulduggery, and in her most formidable dowager's tweeds, and devastatingly sensible shoes, assumes the post of cook-chambermaid, the better...
...Miss Rutherford observing is a sight to behold: armed with a No. 4 iron, she prowls the grounds by night; or, tea service in hand, crouches in front of keyholes to listen to suspicious chatter--and all this with the majesty of an ocean-going ship. Eventually, of course she gets her man (for absolutely no one in the movie seems able ever to say no to Miss Rutherford), and the police apologize quite handsomely...
...ridden patriarch, the other as a sympathetic country doctor from this side of the water. The direction is brisk, the screenplay properly ominous, and some one has written a remarkably lively musical score, which is performed on what sounds like a bar-room harpsichord. One trusts that Miss Rutherford's long deferred American fame will now at length, be firmly secured...