“It Always Rains on Sunday,” a lost London noir, is a spectacular discovery, a tale mingling sinister lyricism with a depiction of street-level working-class life, while also depicting sexual complications in an uncommonly clear-headed fashion. Hailing from 1947, and directed by Robert Hamer (“Kind Hearts and Coronets”), this sweetly downbeat thriller’s story of a con on the run through London’s East End, and the dozen or so characters he encounters in one long day, is at once heightened and commonplace, a dreamy fusion of lingering power, maybe even a masterpiece. Comparisons to Altman would be apt. With Edward Chapman, Googie Withers. 92m. (Ray Pride)
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