See the British noir "A Killer Walks" (1952) for a trademark performance from the glowering Laurence Harvey. Only 24 years old at the time, he looks and acts older. He's a farmer whose grandmother, the owner, pays him low wages. However, we never see him farming. Coat and tie, he's courting lovely Susan Shaw who wants money in a marriage, not just him. His younger brother, Trader Faulkner, is more the farmer. Oddly disturbed, perhaps something he has outgrown, the latter has or had a habit of sleepwalking and a fondness for knives. Doctor Laurence Naismith has prescribed sleeping pills for granny.
Without over-acting and with just the right amount of resentment and an occasional rise of temper, Harvey again displays the talent, screen persona and charisma that mark his career. The noir lighting fits well this story and the illumination of the characters. The story seems gothic despite being set in modern times mainly in and around a dark farmhouse. Its overly fast resolution to fit the time constraint of 55 minutes is its main drawback.