Is this movie ground zero for Atom-fear science fiction? The Boulting Brothers assemble the very first movie about a nuclear terror plot, without cutting corners or wimping out. The incredibly dry, civilized André Morell must track down a rogue scientist who threatens to nuke London; the entire city must be evacuated. Barry Jones is the meek boffin with a bomb in his satchel. The impressively produced thriller won an Oscar for Best Story; it’s practically a template for the ‘docu-real’ approach of the first Quatermass films. It’s also the link between ordinary postwar thriller intrigues and the high-powered, science fiction- styled terrors to come.
Seven Days to Noon
KL Studio Classics
1950 / B&W / 1:37 flat Academy / 97 min. / Street Date November 5, 2019 / available through Kino Lorber / 29.95
Starring: Barry Jones, Olive Sloane, André Morell, Sheila Manahan, Hugh Cross, Joan Hickson, Ronald Adam, Marie Ney, Wyndham Goldie, Russell Waters, Martin Boddey, Frederick Allen, Victor Maddern, Geoffrey Keen, Sam Kydd, Bruce Seton.
Cinematography: Gilbert Taylor
Original Music: John Addison
Written by Frank Harvey, Roy Boulting from a story by Paul Dehn, James Bernard
Produced, Edited and Directed by John Boulting, Roy Boulting
The no-nonsense techno-threat thrillers that we know today began right here, with a crackerjack story dreamed up by Paul Dehn (Goldfinger) and James Bernard (Hammer’s go-to music composer). Something distressingly out of the ordinary happens in a top secret government establishment, and within hours Scotland Yard is turning London upside down trying to locate one man, to prevent an unthinkable disaster.
Seven Days to Noon makes use of the ‘protocol noir’ pattern of docu realism. The narrative has the requisite suspense sequences of nervous policemen watching clocks, and the Prime Minister holding special sessions to deal with the crisis. Ordinary civilians as well as experts are dispatched to address a problem so pressing that all other considerations civil and personal pale into insignificance. Is this the first movie to use the suspense technique of superimposing Days of the Week on dawn shots to count down the days to doomsday?
Roy Boulting’s films didn’t lack for thrills, but their cautious approach tended to dampen the high-adventure situations of Sailor of the King and Run for the Sun. In this case the methodical Boulting mindset works like gangbusters, emphasizing the difficulty in saving London without resorting to comic book heroics or techno-gimmickry. Seven Days to Noon got attention because it is utterly believable. Certain thrillers around 1950 were beginning to show artistic shadings toward apocalyptic themes, like Raoul Walsh’s White Heat. But nothing like Seven Days had been seen before.
The Prime Minister (Ronald Adam) receives a letter from a man who threatens to detonate a nuclear weapon in the center of London in one week’s time, at noon on Sunday. Scotland Yard inquires at a bomb plant just North of London — and its security men discover that a portable device has gone missing, along with Professor Willingdon (Barry Jones of Brigadoon, Demetrius and the Gladiators and Return to Paradise), a meek scientist who previously worked on the Manhattan Project. With the crank letter now an instant national crisis, Inspector Folland (André Morell) rounds up Willingdon’s assistant Stephen Lane (Hugh Cross), his daughter Ann (Sheila Manahan) and Willingdon’s friend the Reverend Burgess (Wyndham Goldie) to figure out what to do. The government puts into motion a full evacuation of a large part of London, while the manhunt continues. Meanwhile, Professor Willingdon wanders the city streets unnoticed — until his photo is duplicated in every newspaper and plastered on every billboard in the city. Realizing that his new landlady (Joan Hickson) will have guessed his identity, Willingdon allows himself to be picked up by Goldie (Olive Sloane of Thunder Rock), an overaged entertainer eager for male companionship.
The stakes are higher than ever before in the Boultings’ terrific thriller. When the crisis is still a secret, detectives scour London with the help of Prof. Willingdon’s daughter and prospective son-in-law. It appears easy for the professor to hide in a city of millions — he’s smart enough to alter his appearance, and so innocuous that nobody gives him a second glance. Rumors spread that trains, trucks and busses are being corralled en masse, which the hardy Londoners immediately interpret as a sign that war evacuations are on the way, just as had happened in The Blitz.
It at first seems wildly unlikely that Seven Days to Noon could exist — it was obviously produced and released with plenty of government cooperation, at a time when the U.S. and the U.K. were downplaying the nuclear threat in the media. But when the evacuation begins, the pro-status quo message becomes clear. This isn’t a hysterical anti-Nuke message movie, but a demonstration once again that LONDON CAN TAKE IT. The public response isn’t panic or chaos — the cornerstone of Susan Sontag’s famous ‘Imagination of Disaster’ theory of filmed Sci-fi — but instead an orderly process that safely empties the city in just a couple of days. This ‘civilized, sane’ image of Civil Defense would hold until Peter Watkins came along fifteen years later with The War Game, to break the news that England had no defense and no recovery plan in the event of a nuclear attack. Even as it proposes a new kind of nuclear terrorism, Seven Days assures us that England’s clear headed, all-wise authorities have a good chance of dealing with it.
The picture doesn’t go cheap with its scenes of evacuations — we get impressive, well written and directed looks at neighborhoods emptying out, with flotillas of busses and trains heading for the sticks. When the city is empty we see what might be the first appearance of a key icon of apocalyptic Sci-fi: impressive images of an empty city, a civilization become a tomb — the eerie ghost city effect that chills our spines in everything from the dime-store epic Target Earth! to the lavish On the Beach.
Minus traffic and pedestrians, huge public spaces might as well be lonely Roman ruins. This is no ‘clear a block and a half for twenty minutes’ deal — it’s filmed on a scale equal or bigger than similar scenes in The World The Flesh and The Devil. The only activity are the squads of soldiers searching every block, every house, every roof and attic for the elusive Willingdon. Writers and filmmakers must have been stimulated by potent visuals like these. Val Guest re-used several shots from the night search for his The Quatermass Xperiment. For that matter, the name Willingdon sounds a lot like ‘Winnerden,’ the name of the town overrun by alien invaders in Quatermass 2.
Although it uses sensitivity and finesse, Seven Days casts its political lot with the conservative Sci-fi mainstream:
The real problem isn’t the nukes or official incompetence, but a rogue, lone wolf scientist who becomes religiously obsessed with guilt for helping to invent a weapon that is now proliferating and may soon get out of control. Willingdon thinks that nuclear blackmail will persuade 10 Downing Street to dismantle its atomic arsenal, but that option is never for a moment taken seriously. After all, it would be madness to comply — England’s nukes are its vital defense. Everybody agrees that Willingdon means well, but what do such things matter? He’s a menace that must be neutralized.
This of course falls in with the official smear of science that started with the discrediting of Oppenheimer, et al.. When atom scientists dissented, they were marginalized as untrustworthy, subversive. Movies of the 1950s would invent a number of Willingdon-like characters, guilty scientists that are blamed (or blame themselves) for building bombs. For the official viewpoint, I can recommend a once-classified 1952 film called Operation Hurricane, which is presented as an extra on the BFI Blu-ray of The Day the Earth Caught Fire. It’s about preparations for a Brit atom test in Western Australia, and its narration applauds the fact that possessing nukes will give the U.K. a say in the competition for global power.
↑ Seven Days to Noon is a pleasure to watch. After seeing the suave, unflappable André Morell overcome all odds in horror and sci-fi favorites, it’s a treat to find him looking so young (and without a mustache) as everyone’s notion of the perfect Scotland Yard operative. Inspector Folland NEVER becomes overly emotional; his dogged investigation treats everyone involved with respect and consideration. Folland knows when to press and when to sit and wait. The other supporting players are more than adequate, even if most are plucky good folks or slightly stoic stiff-upper-lip types. The final reckoning is particularly well done. We end up wanting to cheer Folland/Morell — he’s the most civilized, self-effacing hero in ’50s Sci-fi.
→ Actor Barry Jones has a real soulful streak, and when his Willingdon quotes the Bible to justify his actions, he’s sympathetic, not bonkers. One shot shows him posing behind the bones of a prehistoric animal, associating him with extinction, I suppose. If Willingdon’s one-man crusade succeeds, what’s left of London will be uninhabitable.
I’m surprised that nobody questioned the idea that an atom bomb could be small enough to tote around in a hand satchel — even the ‘small but dirty bomb’ in Goldfinger rolled around in a bulky cart. But there must be hot radioactive material in that satchel, right? How could Willingdon be shielded from its radiations? Wouldn’t the satchel be suspiciously heavy?
Olive Sloane’s ditzy ex-showgirl serves as light comedy relief; her seedy frivolity is a nice contrast to the melancholy Willingdon, who doesn’t realize that she’s taken a shine to him. Her complaints also stand in for the ‘average on-the-street East-Ender.’ The lovable, some what dim Goldie is perhaps modeled on Dora Bryan’s soulful good-time girl in The Fallen Idol; Thora Hird in The Quatermass Experiment would seem to be cast from the same mold. Goldie is pretty funny when nobody listens to her pleas to be evacuated to Aldershot with her dog.
The show leaves us knowing that we’ve seen a real milestone picture — the dawn of filmic attempts to deal with the nuclear threat. I can think of only one earlier movie that addresses somewhat similar techno-terrorism content. Curiously, it was co-written by another future James Bond scribe, Jack Whittingham. The minor film Counterblast (1948) stars Mervyn Johns as an escaped Nazi, who impersonates an Australian scientist so as to infiltrate a biological weapons lab. He’s already concocted an unstoppable ‘Cardiac Plague’ and is perfecting its vaccine-antidote so that immunized Nazis will be spared while the rest of humanity succumbs. The mass murder theme is paramount. Strangely, it looks as if Alistair MacLean leaned on Counterblast for his novel The Satan Bug; the United Artists film adaptation follows the earlier movie even more closely.
The KL Studio Classics Blu-ray of Seven Days to Noon is a pristine encoding of this beautifully filmed B&W thriller — by ace cameraman Gilbert Tayor, no less. It’s apparently a fringe benefit of Kino’s relationship with rights holder StudioCanal. Both picture and audio are flawless. The British production probably played on American TV from time to time but effectively disappeared sometime in the 1970s. As it wasn’t written up in most Sci-fi books I didn’t come across it until the 1980s. It definitely fills a gap in the evolution of political science fiction filmmaking. This time around I was able to pay attention to John Addison’s exciting, moody music score — it’s very good.
Frankly, the nuclear extortion efforts of Thunderball seems pretty pathetic in comparison — trivializing a serious issue into just another thriller gimmick, for escapist fun. The happy surprise is that terrorists haven’t yet used nuclear weapons.
The disc has no extras, just some related trailers and not one for Seven Days to Noon. Love the original artwork on the disc cover. HIGHLY recommended to genre fans.
Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
Seven Days to Noon
Deaf and Hearing-impaired Friendly? YES; Subtitles: English (feature only)
Packaging: One Blu-ray in Keep case
Reviewed: October 31, 2019
Text © Copyright 2019 Glenn Erickson