Laurence Harvey

Lee Remick

Alan Bates

Felix Aylmer

Eleanor Summerfield

Colin Gordon

Allan Cuthbertson

Harold Goldblatt

Noel Purcell

Ramsay Ames

Fernando Rey

Juanjo Menéndez

Eddie Byrne

John Meillon

Roger Delgado

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José Calvo

Joe Lynch

Freddy Roberts

Adriano Domínguez

James Neyland

Pamela Mant

Herbert Curiel

Antonio Padilla Ruiz

Lockwood West

Bob Cunningham

Ildefonso San Félix

Manolita Barroso

Rafael Albaicín

Ángel Jiménez

Juan Jiménez

Carol Reed

Muir Mathieson

Maurice Binder

Ron Grainer

John Dark

Roberto Roberts

Harold Haysom

Claude Hitchcock

Bob Jones

Peter Thornton

George Frost

George Scott

Peter Bolton

Pedro Vidal

John Harris

John Quested

Angela Allen

Herbert Smith

John Mortimer

Shelley Smith

John R. Sloan

William Alwyn

Robert Krasker

Bert Bates

John Stoll

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You love it, don't you? I mean, you love taking risks and teasing him because you think he's trying to catch you. 

The Running Man is directed by Carol Reed and is adapted to screenplay by John Mortimer from the novel "The Ballad of the Running Man" written by Shelley Smith. It stars Lee Remick, Laurence Harvey and Alan Bates. Music is by William Alwyn and cinematography by Robert Krasker.

Miffed about missing out on an insurance pay out due to a financial technicality, Rex (Harvey) decides to get his own back. He takes out a massive policy and fakes his own death, which subsequently sees his gal Stella (Remick) get the pay out and they run off to sunny climes to live it up. However, when insurance investigator Stephen (Bates) turns up, the deceit and personality shifts begin to hang heavy on the situation.

You see the names Reed and Krasker as a pairing and it instantly conjures up images of truly great film noir in magical monochrome. So watching The Running Man in booming colour makes it something of a first time viewing curio. It looks terrific, no problems on that score, the Andalucía locations sparkle and Remick is positively ravishing. Narrative is pretty much a straight three hander, where Rex and Stella try to keep Stephen from finding out the truth of their swizzle, but as Rex becomes more agitated and gruff, Stella begins to wane as Stephen likewise appears to be attracted to her.

Sadly, with the pic in booming colour, there's a lack of peril like menace in the atmosphere, it's all too pretty. As a story this would have had a greater impact in moody monochrome. This is never more felt with the midsection of the piece, where the cat and mousery of the deception becomes a bit too meandering, it lacks an edge. Yet the final quarter saves the pic, as things pick up a couple of gears and truths start to will out, we get taken on a thrilling ride that rewards those who stayed the course.

It's lower tier Reed and Krasker, and even though it's Hitchcock like in plotting, it doesn't have the wherewithal to reach great suspenseful heights. However, it's a good film, with interesting characterisations, beautiful locales and a finale that has dramatic worth - nifty opening title credits as well! 7/10

Say The Running Man and most people think of a not particularly good Arnold Schwarzenegger sci-fi/action movie from 1987. But there is another one, from 1963, starring Laurence Harvey, Lee Remick and Alan Bates, and it’s all about a man who gets a sniff of money and it drives him nuts. 

The action kicks off in London, where grieving widow Stella (Remick) is making a great show of burying her much loved husband, who recently died in a glider accident off the south coast. But Rex (Harvey) isn’t dead, and the staged accident was part of a scheme to get one over on the insurance company who had, Rex feels, got one over on him by not paying out when he had an earlier plane crash. The fact that the policy had expired and so he wasn’t insured at all doesn’t seem to have entered Rex’s distortion field, but then there is much about Rex that isn’t quite right. 

Rex and Stella’s brief London reunion is interrupted by the arrival of Stephen (Bates), an insurance salesman who has a few questions about the accident (no body, see) and the policy. But this one is valid, it turns out, so the company does pay up and Stella has soon joined Rex in Spain, where he now has a new identity as an Australian sheep farmer, is swanking about in a big American car and is generally chucking money about. 

The end. No, actually, that’s the beginning. Spain is where the action really gets going, when the couple, now posing as two people who have just met, bump into Stephen, who just happens to be on holiday out there, or so he says. 

A neat who’s-zooming-who thriller takes wing, spiced up by the fact that Stephen has the hots for Stella, and Stella might have them for him too, or is she just trying to make her increasingly boorish husband take notice of her?  

This is a film designed as a blockbuster, from its James Bond-like title sequence by Maurice Binder, to its bright, colour-soaked “all the lights on” look of a sort favoured by Blake Edwards (The Pink Panther came out the same year) and a noirish North by Northwest-y score by William Alwyn (this was his last). The director is in fact Carol Reed, who’s reunited with his The Third Man cinematographer Robert Krasker for a demonstration that they have other strings to their bow – no sign of expressionist tilting angles here, though the whole initial set up of a man presumed to be dead who actually isn’t is distinctly Third Man-ish. 

Reed and Krasker give us the dusty, sun-baked south of Spain just as tourism was getting underway – it’s still old ladies dressed in black, donkeys and urchin kids begging for pesetas – and there is a lot of it. It worked in post-War Vienna in The Third Man, where the devastated city added edge to a story about wretched people. Here… not so much. Reed gives us so much Spain – flamenco, bull rings etc – that there’s not much room left for tension. 

It’s an interesting role for Harvey. Rex is a massively entitled, barely likeable man from the moment he arrives on the screen, and become increasingly self-centred and self-regarding as the film goes by. The money goes to his head. Harvey already had Room at the Top, Butterfield 8 and The Manchurian Candidate under his belt when he made this, and though he probably hadn’t realised it, his star prestige was already slipping. Aloof unsympathetic characters aren’t what audiences want to see, though doesn’t he play them well? 

Remick is the best thing in the film, still girlish, supple and capable of nuance, before that staring, Stepford transformation later in her career. Bates plays it as straight as he can as the straightforward guy whose every word might be bogus.  

The scaffolding of the story is sound and the predicament of three people winding themselves further towards an apocalypse by sticking absolutely to their stories – the widow, the sheep farmer, the holidaymaker – gives the film its edge and its claim on your time. Not bad at all, though a certain nostalgia for films of this era does help.

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Written by John Chard on Sat Apr 18 2020

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