El fraile impostor

Code of the Secret Service is the second of several B films that has young B film star Ronald Reagan starring as T-Man Brass Bancroft on assignment to help break up a counterfeiting ring south of the border.

It's a good thing that Reagan went on to better parts in his film career because stuff like this could have sunk him. For reasons that the plot does not explain Reagan and sidekick Eddie Foy, Jr. are instructed not to notify the Mexican officials. That single fact is responsible for nearly all of Reagan's problems as he's accused of the murder of John Gallaudet, the original agent on the case. Reagan spends the entire film avoiding the police as well as trying to track down the ring.

Rising somewhat above this drivel is Moroni Olsen playing a padre who's definitely not what he seems. He overacts outrageously because he knows that this isn't Citizen Kane he's doing.

I'm not sure devoted fans of the Gipper could sit through this.

This is a lousy movie; even Ronald Reagan named it as the worst he ever made. There's only one interesting thing about it: Jerry Parr was inspired to join the Secret Service because of this movie, and he ended up saving President Reagan's life!

Besides that, it's plain and simple lousy. Reagan plays a Secret Service agent who is tasked to find a money scam in Mexico. Someone has stolen official treasury plates and is printing fake currency. Do you think the good guys will capture the bad guys before it's too late? What about inflation? Well, that's not really discussed. This movie is only an hour long, so there's not much time for details. It's a C-picture, showing how the USA always has good guys running around capturing bad guys, so you'd better not think about stealing from us! Folks, stick with Kings Row.

In his first autobiography, "Where's the Rest of Me," Ronald Reagan told of one movie, which he carefully avoided naming, that he feared would destroy his career -- and that of everyone else connected.

He begged Warner Brothers not to release it, but the studio promised only not to allow distribution around Los Angeles.

Surprisingly, even that promise was broken. (Who'd a-thunk a studio would break a promise?) Reagan told of walking by a theater where it was playing and having the ticket seller say, "You should be ashamed."

It was this movie.

Actually, it's not only not that bad, it's pretty darn good.

"Code of the Secret Service" moves! As someone said of another entry in the series, it almost looks like a serial re-edited into a feature.

There is one scene, though, Reagan mentioned in "Rest" at which I laughed out loud because I remembered his describing it all those years ago. I will say only that, when you watch "Code," pay close attention to the Spanish-English dictionary Brass gets from Gabby.

The director and script supervisor, though, did a smooth job on another scene, where Gabby wins a bet from one of the Mexican soldiers.

Another point to watch for: According to the opening titles, the first two "Brass Bancroft" films were based on writings by W.H. Moran, a former chief of the Secret Service.

Also be on the lookout for some outstanding character actors, including the wonderful Chris-Pin Martin and Martin Garralaga.

And Moroni Olsen gets one of his biggest parts. He was a fine actor in more than a hundred roles, and was working right up to his final year.

Finally, there is some really nice Mexican-sounding music that accentuates the locale of the action.

It's a good movie.

This is the second film Ronald Reagan made as Brass Bancroft, Secret Service agent, and according to Reagan the only film he made that he hated and refused to watch.

Reagan as a Secret Service agent is sent to Mexico to recover stolen Mint plates, along the way he becomes handcuffed to Rosella Towne, both of whom are going to be blown up when they escape at the last minute.

At under an hour this film is a strict programmer designed for the kiddies on a Saturday morning matinee.

It has an unbelievable plot, but it is not as bad as the film has been made out to be over the years. The producer, Bryan Foy, along with Reagan tried to stop Warner Brothers from releasing the film, and were successful in having the film released everywhere except Los Angeles.

Apparently when Reagan went to an out of town theater to see the film the ticket-taker said to Reagan "You should be ashamed," and Reagan promptly left the theater.

Early in Ronald Reagan's career, he made some surprisingly good films such as LOVE IS ON THE AIR, BROTHER RAT and SECRET SERVICE OF THE AIR. While they weren't exactly masterpieces, they were competently made and good B vehicles for the struggling young actor. However, among these films came the awful CODE OF THE SECRET SERVICE--ostensibly a follow-up to SECRET SERVICE OF THE AIR, though the films really aren't all that similar (besides, CODE OF THE SECRET SERVICE was written by chimps, the other one was not).

Reagan once again plays the character "Brass Bancroft", though oddly, he isn't a pilot in this film nor does it have much to do with the last one--especially in tempo. Instead of an action-adventure film, this film lacks depth and has so many logical errors that it looks like a bad movie serial (such as SPY SMASHER) and condenses it all into one very brief movie. Again and again, characters defy logic and the plot is amazingly banal because the emphasis is on fist fights and guns like a bad B-Western--making Reagan seem to have the charisma of a tomato. Some examples of how bad it was were the plane Reagan rode on at the beginning of the film changed from a Lockheed airliner to a Douglas DC-3 (taking off as one and landing as the other), a car that whipped around corners on a dirt rode that sounded exactly like one on asphalt and Reagan almost getting killed again and again by the Mexican police yet all he had to do was show him his i.d. and let them know he was a US Secret Service agent!! The bottom line is that this is a super-bad B-picture that is bad enough it should be considered a "C-picture"--it's THAT bad. Warner Brothers should have been ashamed of themselves.