An amateur fairground boxer (Carl Brisson) is defeated in the ring by an Australian heavyweight champion (Ian Hunter) but the champ's manager offers him the job of sparring partner to the professional boxer. Things get complicated when the champ takes a fancy to the young boxer's wife (Lilian Hall Davis) and she doesn't resist. Written and directed by Alfred Hitchcock, this is not a "Hitchcockian" film as we know the term. Apparently a fan of boxing in his early years, Hitchcock's story is thin. It's the usual romantic triangle set in the boxing world. The movie also lacks the editing skills (in the sense that there's a lot of flab that needs to be pared down) that would later be a trademark of Hitchcock's later films. But it's Hitchcock's technical expertise that takes center stage here. His camera work is fluid and visually, the film is never less than interesting and often more than that and the movie is crammed with little visual flourishes that stand out. In contrast to Hunter's beefy body, Brisson's swimmer's build lacks a boxer's physique and doesn't quite convince as a boxer (though there's nothing wrong with his acting). With Forrester Harvey and Harry Terry.
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