…for those prepared to accept a film happy to raise questions rather than provide answers, The Man Who Haunted Himself is one of the great quirky mysteries of British cinema history,…

The Man Who Haunts Himself maintains interest throughout with its intriguing storyline, although the final moments avoid the perfect ending for one that's slightly less satisfying.

Everyone is British to the hilt, to the point where you may suspect (as do I) that Dearden is having a bit of fun at his countrymen's expense...

The Pelham Paranoia. With its 1970s chic cheese and swagger and Roger Moore's excellent performance, The Man Who Haunted Himself has a considerable cult fan base. Directed by British legend Basil Dearden, plot finds Moore as Harold Pelham, who after being involved in a serious car accident, comes around from the trauma to find that his life is being turned upside down. It seems that somebody is impersonating him, people he knows swear he was in places he hasn't been, that he has been making decisions at work that he knows nothing about, and that he has a sexy mistress that threatens to destroy his marriage. Is he going mad? A victim of a collective practical joke? Or is there really something more sinister going on? Don't be a slave to convention! So yeah! A cult gem waiting to be rediscovered is The Man Who Haunted Himself, it has a plot that positively bristles with intrigue. As the doppleganger motif is tightly wound by Dearden, who smartly sticks to understated scene constructions as opposed to supernatural excess, there's a realistic and human feel to the story. The makers are not going for jolt shocks, but taking a considered approach that has the pertinent mystery elements lurking in the background, waiting for their chance to reveal themselves for the utterly thrilling finale. A finale that is bold and special, obvious but not, and definitely tinged with cunning ambi…