Zigeuner-Wildkatze

It is for me the best Roy William Neill's film besides some Sherlock Holmes movies such as SCARLET CLAW. That said it is a splendid adventure movie in the line of Robin Hood material: medieval, settings, character symphony, overall scheme concerning the topic. Maria Montez is excellent as a gypsy woman and Jon Hall unforgettable too, as usual in his other features. It is colorful, action packed, the intrigue not that surprising, but who would be idiot enough to expect anything different from a Hollywood stuff? I always enjoy all those Maria Montez Jon Hall's films, a forever lost charm. Irrepplaceable.

Maria Montez is the queen of her gypsy tribe. When Douglas Dumbrille kills the local baron and assumes the dignity of tat rank, he blame it on the anonymous Jon Hall, who seeks refuge with te gypsies. The nominal leader, Leo Carrillo is quite happy to turn Hall over, but he is overruled by Miss Montez, who loves him with a passion only a wild gypsy can understand.

I don't think anyone involved in this movie took it in the least seriously, especially when the big ending comes and it's perpetually befuddled Nigel Bruce who has to work his wobbly way into revealing the secret that Dumbrille and the audience have figured out long before. The story, which veers from Scaramouche to the girl with the mysterious locket which proves her noble birth -- and which looks like the radiator cap off a Cadillac. There are some good stunts, and nice Technicolor images by Howard Green and George Robinson.+ Universal knew they had a winning combination in Hall and Miss Montez, so they allowed director Roy William Neill to turn this into a comedy.

This is wild splendid entertainment all the way with no chance for anyone to catch his breath. In a way it is a romantic masterpiece showing off every instance of the Hollywood treasury of magnificent colours and clothes, dances and songs, gypsy carnivals of shows and festivities and an overwhelming good humour all the way. Of course, you recognise most of the wild west settings with furious rides through creeks and lush romantic valleys all over California, but the stage is supposed to be Romania with a spectacular castle crowning the landscape where a very wicked baron keeps forging his intrigues, and a flamboyant love story at the centre of the raving action with one beautiful gipsy girl coveted by three men, of which two eventually die, leaving the door open to the real lovers to live happily ever after - this is Hollywood swashbuckler entertainment at its very best with every possible ingredient enriching the stew and filling it up with gorgeous splendour. They could make films like this even without Errol Flynn, Tyrone Power, Douglas Fairbanks and all the other super heroes. You will find nothing missing here.

When you consider what Eisenstein would have done if he'd had the opportunity to work in Technicolor one can only savour the irony that Roy William Neill was able to avail himself of that miracle of technology - and had use of a camera dolly which facilitated some astonishingly mobile camerawork at a time when the Technicolor cameras still weighed a ton - on an obvious piece of hack work.

Universal at that time were investing heavily in Technicolor to dress up their otherwise cheap productions and this film's leading men Jon Hall and Peter Coe are so bland they seem to have been deliberately chosen to divert attention from the fact that their leading lady's sole talent was for photographing well in Technicolor (although she certainly looks impressive in puffed sleeves and red boots), while the least funny element is naturally the comic relief of Leo Carrillo and Curt Bois. But the presence of Gale Sondergaard - who along with a bearded Nigel Bruce was probably enlisted from a Sherlock Holmes picture being filmed on an adjacent soundstage - amply compensates.

The film's most obvious economy was in its failure to commission a decent script in the first place, which brings us to the most curious feature of 'Gypsy Wildcat', the presence of the name of author of hard-boiled thrillers James M. Cain among the writers. Thereby doubtless hangs a tale.

Unpretentious little swashbuckler starring Maria Montez. Nigel Bruce is billed 4th as the High Sheriff but only appears in the final 13 minutes of a feature that runs 1 hour and 15 minutes. He provides some broad but enjoyable buffoonery and is something of a Deus Ex Machina.