Rent Time Without Pity (1957)

Alarming. - Time Without Pity review by NC

At his best, ('The Servant', 'Accident'), Joseph Losey could hold his own with most of the giants of world cinema. 'Time Without Pity' came nearly ten years after his first feature, but can be seen as his first film of real quality. Of the ten which came before only 'The Sleeping Tiger', with Dirk Bogarde, stands out.

Images fragmented and multiplied in mirrors. People shouting, hysterical, confused. We are looking through the eyes of an alcoholic, with a mind half-dissolved by drink, who seems to have lost the ability to be coherent or logical, or to see things in that way. But when David Graham, fresh out of a sanatorium, has just twenty-four hours to save his son's life, coherence and logic are exactly what he needs.

Losey takes it at a delirious tempo: so many clocks on walls, ticking away, faces coming and going, so many of them offering drinks, one of them in a room full of alarm clocks, every time one of them goes off it's a reminder that time is almost up. People keep mentioning the time of appointments, the time they were doing something or other, that there isn't enough time, what will happen in time, that time is running out.

A blistering cast is the icing on an already rich cake. Michael Redgrave quite often played insular characters ('The Browning Version', 'Thunder Rock'), teetering on the edge of sanity ('Uncle Vanya'), or who had actually fallen over the edge ('Dead Of Night'). In this mood, few actors could match him. There is a raft of great names in support: Leo McKern, Ann Todd, Peter Cushing, Paul Daneman, Alec McCowen, Renee Houston, Lois Maxwell, Joan Plowright, Peter Copley, Ernest Clark....Gracious Me!

There is perhaps a touch of the overly dramatic every now and again, but this is still a very fine film, and one of the highlights of the Losey canon.

Gripping - Time Without Pity review by sb

FILM & REVIEW Aka Time Without Pity - Early British Film from Joseph Losey after his blacklisted Hollywood exile. It’s a gripping tale of Graham (Redgrave) a recovering alcoholic who has been in a sanatorium in Canada and has only just discovered that his son Alec (Mcowen) has been convicted of murder and is to be hanged. He flies over but is told by the lawyer (Cushing) that it’s hopeless and even his own son wants nothing to do with his father and just wants it to be over. Graham discovers that Alec was closely involved with the Stanford family ruled by the tyrannical and permanently furious father (Mckern) who makes his wife (Todd) and adopted son’ s life miserable. Can Graham unravel what really happened and save his son’s life as the strain has got him back on the bottle big time. It’s interesting that the identity of the killer is revealed in the pre- title scene so it’s not a whodunnit as can the various lies all the characters tell (for different reasons) be unravelled in time. It’s a powerful attack on the then still active capital punishment with terrific performances all round (look out for Lois Maxwell in a key scene)with a great use of clocks in almost scene as the countdown to the hangman draws ever closer - terrific stuff….4/5

No Time, No Alibi: Guilt on the Clock - Time Without Pity review by griggs

There’s something bracingly cruel about Time Without Pity. A drunk, absent father staggers out of a sanatorium to find his son in prison awaiting the hangman for murdering his girlfriend, with only a day left to change the verdict. The mystery isn’t especially knotty, but the dread builds fast.

Michael Redgrave is the real engine. As David Graham he’s all flop sweat and frayed nerves, begging his way through drawing rooms that suddenly feel hostile. Around him, Leo McKern oozes genial menace, Ann Todd keeps her composure on ice, and you get classy grace notes from Peter Cushing, Lois Maxwell and a young Joan Plowright – a very British rogues’ gallery of guilt and denial.

Joseph Losey matches them with jittery, stylised direction: skewed angles, sleek modern spaces and boxed-in frames that turn respectable Britain into a pressure cooker. By the time it reaches its bleak, self-sacrificing finale, you’re left with a taut thriller and a knot of shame in your stomach.