Surprise Package

Stanley Donen may have been the producer and director and the stars might be Yul Brynner and Mitzi Gaynor, as well as Noel Coward, but this comedy is a British production, filmed mostly on the island of Rhodes and shot, not in picture-postcard colour, but in black and white. The thin plot has deported gangster Brynner planning to steal exiled king Noel Coward's crown and the largely British cast includes George Coulouris, Warren Mitchell, Lyndon Brook and Eric Pohlmann as a corrupt police chief. Brynner does his best but he's not a natural comic actor and this is one of his poorest performances and try as he might, even a miscast Coward can do nothing with the mostly limp material, (though at least he does stop the show when he sings the title song). The film's real surprise is Gaynor as Brynner's moll. She's no actress but she sure is sprightly in that perky Mitzi Gaynor way of hers. It's not terrible; in fact, it's quite amusing in its very daft way but it's hardly Donen's finest hour.

Yul Brynner is very hard to understand in this movie because he talks fast and his accent gets in the way, but he is still eye candy to me nonetheless. He does play a good brat. Not the same sort of brat Rameses was in The Ten Commandments. The brat he plays in this movie is a wealthy gangster who was exiled back to his birth country of Greece. He's not smart by any means, maybe street smart, but he spelled the only correct word in the Scrabble game between he and Gabby. He pouts, he name-calls, he tells people to shut up, he has a tantrum, etc.

Mitzi Gaynor (Gabby) is a cute girlfriend/sidekick to Yul's gangster character (Nico). Noel Coward's character (King Pavel) bores me to tears.

Cute movie, but not brilliant by any means. Some funny parts, but could be funnier.

An American comedy-drama; A story about a Greek gangster and racketeer who is deported to his own country from the USA where he hatches a plan to steal the crown of a king in exile. This is a fast-paced spy-comedy based on a novel by Art Buchwald but it is dull and clumsily scripted. It misfires because Yul Brynner was given the heavy load of delivering the laughs. He thrashed at his performance but often looked ill at ease. The film's high profile supporting cast includes Noel Coward and Warren Mitchell, both of whom most capable as comedy actors, but neither produced their best here because of the poor script. The cinematography was often striking but the dialogue makes the film scream out for technicolor to sustain it.

I just caught this film while trying out my remote ( a favorite tool of mine lately ) and watched about 15 minutes of it. It was a comedy as far as I could tell and looking and listening to Yul Brenner's character and the way he was dressed, brought to mind another foreign actor, Charles Boyer, in the great movie "Algiers" with Hedy Lamarr. At times I thought I would 'hear' Boyer's voice listening to Yul, and thought it would be a good idea if they ever were going to rehash "Algiers" ( there are certain movies that could not be rehashed and "Algiers" was one them, but if they decided to do it, he would have been perfect as Pepe :a Moko. As for Mitzi, very poor acting the little I saw of her and indeed decorative for musicals only. Noel Coward was wasted.

Arnold Schwarzenegger has gained a wholly unmerited reputation for being able to play comedy precisely because he's so unfunny that he looks even more ludicrous than usual in a comic setting; and Yul Brynner's utter charmlessness actually enhances this Runyonesque comedy which makes good use of Greek locations and a game cast of Britons ranging from Warren Mitchell to Noël Coward.

Damned by Andrew Sarris as "nervously oververbalized", the constant stream of witty dialogue courtesy of screenwriter Harry Kurnitz and/or original novelist Art Buchwald is actually a delight; particularly as delivered by Coward as a deposed king in exile surrounded (evidently with tongue in cheek) by a harem of voluptuous young blondes in bikinis, who also performs the title song with Mitzi Gaynor (displaying a shapely chassis in a succession of eye-popping outfits befitting a gangster's moll).