I really wanted to like this movie. I feel terribly cynical trashing it, and that's why I'm giving it a middling 5. Actually, I'm giving it a 5 because there were some superb performances.

It’s not bad or unwatchable but despite the amplitude of the spectacle, the end result is underwhelming.

Blistering performances.

The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

I found NO TRACE to be a rather plodding British crime film and one that falls flat compared to rival product from the era. It has a good cast but proceeds to waste that cast on a slow-moving plot that follows obvious routes while lacking the kind of suspense and danger present in most other films from the period.The protagonist is the rather stuck up Hugh Sinclair who works as a writer of popular crime mysteries. One day he finds himself blackmailed by an old face from his past (a fun Michael Brennan) who knows a few skeletons in the closet, so to get rid of the blackmailer Sinclair decides to murder him. He does this by adopting an odd disguise which gives this B-movie some of the feel of an old Columbo episode.Eventually the police investigate and Sinclair becomes more and more desperate to cover his tracks. The story - by John Gilling, who also directs - is solid enough but the execution does fall rather flat and it doesn't help that Sinclair is so resolutely dull. Dinah Sheridan is better as the investigating secretary, while John Laurie and Barry Morse are a good double act as the police. A young Dora Bryan has a crucial supporting role and there's a ubiquitous Sam Kydd cameo too.

This is a variation on the theme in which a murderer finds himself investigating his own crime. Hugh Sinclair does well as Robert Southley, an arrogant crime novelist whom had been involved in robberies on the other side of the Atlantic decades earlier. Blackmailed by a former accomplice (Michael Brennan) he resolves to murder him. Some suspension of belief is then required. He turns up at Brennan's seedy lodgings, disguised only with a false beard and we're supposed to accept that Brennan wouldn't recognise him straight away. Then Southley's acquaintance Inspector MacDougall (John Laurie) a critical fan is coincidentally put in charge of the case and selects it as an opportunity for the know-all Southley to try his hand at some real detection. There is later some ironic commentary, intentionally or not, on some of this when Southley's perceptive and resourceful secretary Linda (Dinah Sheridan) suggests correctly how the murder was committed, only for him to patronisingly tell her that the idea is implausible.This is an example of a crime film awarded the somewhat inaccurate label of Brit Noir in some quarters recently. With a few exceptions, notably Ken Hughes in films such as THE LONG HAUL, British film makers rarely attempted to emulate the look and atmosphere of those hardboiled American movies later to be designated as Film Noir. Though films like NO TRACE may share a few superficial elements with them, their charm today includes their period of the ordered society of immediate post-war Britain, their cheery incorruptible policemen and in this case the adorable Dinah Sheridan's plucky but vulnerable heroine. There could hardly be a greater contrast with the treacherous, morally ambivalent world of the Noirs.

This film reminds me of the Edward G Robinson film made a few years before this.In that case Robinson,a professor,becomes infatuated with i recall Joan Bennett,and then bumps off her lover and is blackmailed by Dan Duyea.Raymond Massey ,the DA,invites Robinson to where the body was of course dumped by Robinson.So i guess a slight bit of plagiarism here.However for all that it is an enjoyable if routine thriller.Lots of familiar faces such as Michael Brennan,a very young Dora Bryan ,and of course John Laurie,some 17 years before attaining late stardom.I still think it would have been simpler for Sinclair just to go to the police and cop a plea rather than having to bump off Brennan.By the way i agree with the other reviewer,it was good to see how easy it was to park in London then !

Above average (I voted 7/10) British crime thriller from 1950.The Secretary in question is Dinah Sheridan who seems more intelligent than her boss (Hugh Sinclair), an ex-actor, ex-robber with a shady past now crime writer trying to bury his past by producing successful novels.In accordance with IMDb.com policy I won't give away the plot and thus spoil future viewers enjoyment of this film.Incidentally, I have never seen this film on DVD nor for sale commercially but the good news for readers is that it is shown on the wonderful youtube.com, so come on readers, let us have a few more comments than mine and those above, I would be interested to hear other opinions.As I am 65 and therefore was 4 in 1950, I have a vague memory of the stylish gull winged Triumph sports car that Hugh Sinclair drove around in the film.As stated in another of my reviews, it is a pleasure for me to see film characters driving around London AND PARKING! where they please, with hardly any other competing motorists or eagle eyed, intimidating traffic wardens.More disturbing is the frequency with which early post war film actors/actresses light up cigarettes (made a man/woman of you!).I noticed Hugh Sinclair only lived to 58 and if he smoked in real life like his stage persona, it does not surprise me.It was unlikely a Scotland Yard detective, (played by "Dads Army" stalwart John Lawrie) would invite a crime thriller writer along for the ride to help him solve the case.The direction/writing is in the safe hands of Robert S Baker/Monty Berman partnership.