While postwar cinema audiences were lapping up the escapism from the cramped reality of postwar austerity Britain provided by Herbert Wilcox's "London Films" with titles like 'Maytime in Mayfair' (and even the murder mysteries routinely showed people living in huge country houses), tabloid movies like 'It Happened in Soho' were serving as the id to Wilcox's ego, nonchalantly depicting Soho as a thrillingly sinful den of vice, with an ethnically diverse population even before the arrival of the Windrush.
At only 55 minutes, you're only just getting settled in when the murderer (who would now be identified as a serial killer) has already been revealed and apprehended.
