Ten Little Indians (1965)

Agatha Christie's grisly plot is so good, movie adaptations just can not mess it up, and even this prosaic 1965 version, filmed in large and austere, airy sets that undo the plot's claustrophobia, manages to be thrilling - keeping things fresh is the setting of a snowed-in mansion (not an island off the Devon coast), some deaths from great mountain heights, and a hilarious but oddly effective "Whodunnit break" (a one-minute pause with a voice-over that prompts audience members to turn to their neighbour and hazard a guess at whodunnit!)

★★★☆☆

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Mirage (1965)

An entire skyscraper goes dark in a blackout and while the occupants are moving about by torchlight, there is a suicide of a prominent world peace campaigner from one of the upper floors, and when the lights come back on, Gregory Peck discovers he has no memory of who he is or what he does and can't work out how the woman he was with during the blackout disappeared down four flights of stairs which in the daylight no longer exist, is just the first five minutes of this quirky suspense thriller in the vein of Spellbound only less sophisticated, more kitsch (it is the 60s afterall), and this movie only just holds itself and all its psychobabble together.

★★★☆☆

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The Nanny (1965)

Before it succumbed to garish mod and technicolour excess in the 70s, the Hammer Film Productions company produced some psychological thrillers like this grotesque but clever, twisty-turny one starring Bette Davis as a no-nonsense Mary Poppins in a household scarred by tragedy - an uneasy peace in the home is shattered when the family's ten-year-old 'bad seed' of a son, Joey, is released from institutionalisation.

★★★★☆

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How to Murder Your Wife (1965)

**SPOILER ALERT**

This dated and not very funny comedy with alot of unpleasant things to say about women is about a cartoonist who conceives an elaborate (and absurd) plot to murder his comic-strip wife only to have the real one disappear which, in the last twenty minutes of a very uneven movie, creates difficulty for the cartoonist but only for one scene - an unamusing (and absurd) court case exonerates him of any wrongdoing despite his criminally gross sexism.

★☆☆☆☆

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