Quick, Before It Melts

1964
1h 37min

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Ajouter une intrigue dans votre langueA reporter and a photographer become entwined with women, marriage, and a defecting Russian scientist while on an expedition to Antarctica for their magazine.A reporter and a photographer become entwined with women, marriage, and a defecting Russian scientist while on an expedition to Antarctica for their magazine.A reporter and a photographer become entwined with women, marriage, and a defecting Russian scientist while on an expedition to Antarctica for their magazine.

Réalisation
- Delbert Mann
Scénario
- Philip Benjamin
- Dale Wasserman
Casting principal

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Réalisation
- Delbert Mann
Scénario
- Philip Benjamin
- Dale Wasserman
Casting principal

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6thud-5

Light romance in the Antarctic. Nice Robert Morse vehicle.

Robert Morse excelled in light, romantic musical and comedy roles back in the '60s and '70s. This movie, taken from a book by the same name, is cute, mostly fun to watch, and has Anjanette Comer. If you are familiar with Anjanette Comer back in this era, then you can enjoy this movie even more. Basic plot is that a non-too-successful newspaper reporter is sent to the Antarctic (South Pole in case you are trying to imagine a map) to see if he can dig up a story about anything, especially Communists and plots against the free world. What he finds is a romance while trying to get down there (he is already married) and a bunch of bored scientists and military personnel once he gets there. George Maharis, as the girl-chasing photographer, and Michael Constantine, as the only Russian Morse can even find, are good in their roles. There is nothing that isn't just a shade predictable here, but the movie was directed by Delbert Mann (several Doris Day movies, A Gathering of Eagles, All Quiet on the Western Front-the one with John-Boy-and Night Crossing) who can spin an enjoyable tale. I only wish it were shown on TV or available on video.

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Too late...it's a goner!

A womanizing photojournalist and a milquetoast reporter are partnered on an assigned business venture to the South Pole. At a military outpost in the Antarctic, they encounter government meatheads and Russian scientists, but what they really want is girls! Screenwriter Dale Wasserman, working from a novel by Philip Benjamin, doesn't provide the actors with anything other than head-butting humor, and seldom have I seen so many floundering performances in one picture. George Maharis and Robert Morse end up looking like a poor man's Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon; their comic rapport is colorless, though they do remain relaxed in the midst of such witless shenanigans. Daniel Mann directed, perhaps with his eyes shut. * from ****

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Harvey T. Sweigert: Refresh my memory, Cannon. Why haven't I fired you?
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: Well, I'm engaged to your daughter.
Harvey T. Sweigert: Oooooh, why does that always slip my mind?
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: She thinks she can make something of me, Sir. It's a tremendous challenge...
Harvey T. Sweigert: That's what I get for sending her to Radcliffe!
Harvey T. Sweigert: How would you like to take a flying trip to the South Pole?
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: I beg your pardon, Sir.
Harvey T. Sweigert: I said, how would you like to...
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: I understand, Sir. But, literally?
Harvey T. Sweigert: You've heard of the South Pole?
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: Yes, Sir, it's, er, way down there.
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: [reading from a letter] From the Pentagon... invited a party of newsmen to the Antarctic. "Time" will be there, "Life", "Newsweek"; just about every major publication in the racket.
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: Sir, it isn't that I wouldn't want to go, it's just that...
Harvey T. Sweigert: But?
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: But, er, well I catch cold very easily.
Harvey T. Sweigert: What are you, a coward?
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: Yes, Sir.
Harvey T. Sweigert: Imagine it, Cannon. The mysterious white waste. Crevasses, ice caves, sunshine six months a year and darkness the rest. In the winter, the temperature falls to 100 degrees below zero. And the wind shrieks at 200 miles an hour.
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: That's good.
Harvey T. Sweigert: That's wonderful! The Antarctic is the last frontier. Where else on this tame and fallen earth, can Man still hurl his challenge into Nature's teeth and cry out "I defy you!"
Harvey T. Sweigert: Just think of the heroes who first dared that fearful continent: Ernest Shackleton, Finn Ronne, Roald Amundsen; why their very names ring like the trumpets of adventure. Richard Evelyn Byrd, Robert Falcon Scott...
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: Oliver Cromwell Cannon!
Harvey T. Sweigert: You are hereby promoted to the position of Antarctic correspondent. Don't forget, our readers want stories. There's talk of oil, gold but above all, what are the Russians up to? Goodbye, my boy. Oh, you're lucky, lucky...!
Oliver Cromwell Cannon: Sir, if, if you don't mind my asking, how did you happen to choose me?
Harvey T. Sweigert: No one else would take the job!
[slams the door]