Perry Kate Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Maidexpl Entertaining from beginning to end, it maintains the spirit of the franchise while establishing it's own seal with a fun cast

Plustown A lot of perfectly good film show their cards early, establish a unique premise and let the audience explore a topic at a leisurely pace, without much in terms of surprise. this film is not one of those films.

Kayden This is a dark and sometimes deeply uncomfortable drama

Leofwine_draca THE BLACK RIDER is a ridiculously-plotted and mildly entertaining B-movie about a young reporter on the track of the sinister local legend of the 'Black Rider', who haunts the marshes and scares drunks. What he uncovers goes way beyond the boundaries of believability, involving a sinister secret in the dungeon of a local castle. It's straight out of the pages of an Enid Blyton book.The film is unashamedly racist, preying on viewers' Cold War fears, and features Lionel Jeffries miscast in a highly atypical role. Jimmy Hanley, as the supposedly youthful reporter protagonist, is old and camp, and the many scenes involving his motorbike gang have a whiff of naffness about them.It's all very predictable and genteel, without one iota of genuine tension, but there's something distinctly nostalgic about watching such fare from this era. Watch out for Kenneth Connor's hilarious cameo as the town drunk.

Spikeopath The Black Rider is directed by Wolf Rilla and written by A.R. Rawlinson. It stars Jimmy Hanley, Rona Anderson, Leslie Dwyer, Lionel Jeffries, Beatrice Varley and Micahel Golden. Music is by Wilfred Burns and cinematography by Geoffrey Faithful.There's a grand line of British movies involving smugglers/gun runners that use some supernatural legend to hide their crooked activities. Think The Ghost Train and Will Hay classics like Oh! Mr Porter and Ask A Policenman, and you find it's a splinter of the horror comedy that has been well served in Blighty. The Black Rider carried on this tradition but only with a modicum of success. Out of Nettlefold Studios, it's by definition a quintessential B movie. It clocks in at just over an hour, is low on production value but oozes the cheap and cheery ambiance that makes it impossible to dislike. Plot basically follows the concept of a small coastal town in awe of a local spook said to haunt the ruins up there on the hill. Cue sightings of said spook (a hooded monk), an investigation of Famous Five type proportions by some straight backed heroes, a snapshot of ye olde Brit village life and low and behold there's some crooks to be snuffed out for a big hooray ending! Throw in a bunch of motorcycle riders and their awesome bikes, though this is no Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, and it rounds out as a brisk and amiable time waster; with Rilla showing nice fluid camera work that often belies the low budget afforded the production.Safe as houses really, or in this case, Brockham Manor! 6/10

ianlouisiana Apparently in 1954 you could make an atomic bomb from articles obtained "sur le continong" (presumably in a plain brown wrapper)and end up with an object no larger than an artillery shell.Of course only a foreigner would want to do so and then let the thing off somewhere in Dorset(going by Mr K.Connor's attempt at the standard Rank "rural accent").I should have thought it might have caused about £15 worth of damage from the state of the film set.We do eventually get a glimpse of this Doomsday Weapon which resembles something Valerie Singleton might have put together when she was in Infants School. However,you discount Cub Reporter Jerry Marsh - a rather portly Mr Hanley former Army Dispatch Rider - at your peril and the best laid plans of mice,men and megalomaniacs gang aft agley,fortunately for half of the West Coast of England. You might think local newspaper owner/editor/printer(Mr.L. Dwyer - splendidly grumpy) might be pleased to have such a fine young man as a prospective son - in - law,but there's no pleasing some people. That nice Mr Hanley belongs to a motor cycle club whose members clearly do not go around biting the heads off live chickens and together they track down the gang renting the local Manor House to assemble their bomb which rather begs the question why - if it's that small - they couldn't have smuggled it all in in one hit rather than a bit at a time ,but hey,why spoil the fun? "The Black Raider" echoes back to the era when very few people had motor cars.Motor cycles were widespread,Combinations for the family day out. It is significant that the only character with a motor car is villain Mr L.Jeffries who has a sinister black Rolls Royce and a chauffeur who looks a lot like Raymond Massey. It would be unfair to be anything but gently chiding to this movie because it has the good - natured innocence of a romping spaniel puppy. It belongs to a never - never England of country inns,firm - jawed Customs men with Webley revolvers and blokes who wear sports jackets with open - necked shirts on the beach. And there's not a Honda,Kawasaki or Suzuki in sight.

heedarmy This sturdy British B-picture features a plot right out of Enid Blyton or Scooby-Doo. A gang of crooks, bent on smuggling "atomic sabotage equipment" into the country (crumbs!), are using the legend of the Black Rider to scare people away from crumbling Brocken Castle, where they have a secret headquarters in the dungeons. Gosh!The film is best enjoyed for its view of the vanished innocence of 50s Britain. This is a place where smiling librarians select handpicked novels for little old ladies, where the teapot is always full, where the harmless village drunk (Kenneth Connor) is plied with booze by indulgent locals and where the local youths are too busy fixing their motorbikes to bother with vandalising the bus shelter. No Hells Angels these - they are all clean-cut and impeccably polite, trundling along the leafy lanes at a sedate 25 mph or participating in motorised egg-and-spoon races at the village fete.Jimmy Hanley and Rona Anderson make a charming hero and heroine, Lionel Jeffries is good as the urbane villain and there' s a jolly, infuriatingly catchy theme tune. Nobody gets killed and even Hanley's irascible employer and future father-in-law turns out to be a decent cove at the end, even buying his own motorcycle and sidecar combination for some exhilarating spins with the missus. Somehow I doubt if Quentin Tarantino will be doing a remake.