Hey, buddy! Wake up!

Now and then "100 Mysteries" will produce a true surprise - a good print, a good cast, a good story. "The Sleeping Tiger" is such an example, even though it's hampered by a dated script and a rather peculiar choice of leading man. A brilliant criminal psychologist is held up one night, and instead of turning the lout over to the Bobbies (it's a British film) he takes him into his house. Naturally, the doctor comes to regret his decision, and finds himself unable to read in his study, unnerved by the presence of the dangerous thug.



Actually, I lied; that's the criminal. He's played by Dirk Bogarde, with special supporting-actor credit given to his hair:



Bogarde seems far too smart and cultured to be a low-life. He wears a tie, for heaven's sake. As you might expect, he makes a play for the doctor's wife, a chilly middle-aged woman who hates him HATES HIM on sight.



He melts her with his irresistable brawny bad-boy charm:



Soon enough we realize that the wife is actually Blofeld in disguise:



Here's the inevitable I hate you - I hate you - I MUST HAVE YOU moment, with a twist. Were? WERE? She might want to try that again without the neck tie:


Where it ends up you can't possibly predict, because you really don't think they'll do something so obvious, but they do. Still, it's one of the best in the "100 Mysteries" series, and contains such wonderful moments as this: nightclub dancing in 1954 Soho. Crazy, man. Crazy. The knucklebone's connected to the . . . shoulder bone, the shoulder bone's connected to the . . .HEAD bone.