
Torch-beams of nitrate flicker, and suddenly the 18th century gallops across my retinas again—Dick Turpin’s Ride to York is no moth-eaten curio; it is a mercury-flared adrenaline bullet fired from a Britain still dazed by the Great War. Leslie Howard Gordon’s screenplay, stitched from Harrison Ainsworth’s penny-blood...


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Maurice Elvey

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" Torch-beams of nitrate flicker, and suddenly the 18th century gallops across my retinas again—Dick Turpin’s Ride to York is no moth-eaten curio; it is a mercury-flared adrenaline bullet fired from a Britain still dazed by the Great War. Leslie Howard Gordon’s screenplay, stitched from Harrison Ainsworth’s penny-blood chapters, condenses an epic of class banditry into a breathless nocturne. The compression is brutal: forty miles of treacherous road become a single, unbroken dash that feels like..."
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Leslie Howard Gordon, Harrison Ainsworth
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