THE 49th MAN. Columbia Pictures, 1953. John Ireland, Richard Denning, Suzanne Dalbert, Robert Foulk, Mike “Touch” Connors, Richard Avonde, Peter Marshall, Geneviève Aumont. Director: Fred F. Sears.

THE 49th MAN John Ireland

   A less than semi-scary story told in semi-documentary style, a cautionary tale told in the midst of the Cold War. A kid in a hot road crashes off a road in the Southwest US, setting off a nationwide hunt for 47 other parts of atom bombs being smuggled into the US, piece by piece.

   Assigned to head up the investigation is John Williams (John Ireland), who reports to Richard Denning’s Paul Reagan back in Washington. Each of twelve bombs comes in four parts, one part per state. They come into the US by many different ways, and you’d be surprised how many of them are intercepted, mostly by chance, as far as I could tell.

   This is the semi-scary part, and you could even convince me that it’s scary without the prefix semi. The trail leads Williams to Marseilles, France, and a jazz bar, where — I can’t tell you more. The case is solved far too easily, if you were to ask me, but there is a twist toward the end that I can’t tell you about either, and a finale which is really a blow up job, bar none.

   Denning is as earnest in his role as usual, and Ireland, well, he’s as dour as he ever was. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him smile in a film he was in, but I’m probably wrong about that. What I’m probably right about is that you will find as little of major interest in this movie as I did. Minor interest yes, but nothing more.

THE 49th MAN John Ireland