
A convict being transported to Australia from England in the 1800's saves the life of a young girl during a shipwreck. Ten years later in England, she meets a brilliant attorney with secrets in his past.


The celluloid reels of Half a Chance arrive like a blood-orange moonrise—rare, improbable, incandescent—casting long shadows across the ossified narratives of 1920s silent cinema. Director Frederic S. Isham, armed with Fred Myton’s scalpel-sharp intertitles, refuses the moral spoon-feeding that plagued contemporaries...

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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.

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" The celluloid reels of Half a Chance arrive like a blood-orange moonrise—rare, improbable, incandescent—casting long shadows across the ossified narratives of 1920s silent cinema. Director Frederic S. Isham, armed with Fred Myton’s scalpel-sharp intertitles, refuses the moral spoon-feeding that plagued contemporaries such as The Debt or the mawkish melodrama of Blue Jeans. Instead he stitches a Jacobean revenge play inside a Dickensian waistcoat, letting the seams burst in a finale that feels ..."
Frederic S. Isham, Fred Myton
United States

