Death Drums Along the River

Richard Todd is Sanders, a British police officer in an African colony that will soon become independent. He greets Dr. Marianne Koch, who's going to work at Walter Rilla's clinic. Sparks fly during the trip up the broad river, but Todd is interested in finding a local lowlife. When they reach the village, there's a funeral for the man, but Todd insists on opening the coffin, which is filled with dirt.

It's based on the same Edgar Wallace story as 1935's SANDERS OF THE RIVER, but it's certainly aware that thirty years have passed. It's a nice little movie, shot on the Universal back lot, but with plenty of African footage interpolated into its length, and the mystery is decently handled.

The director, Lawrence Huntington, directed his first film in 1930s, but he had never gotten out of the British Bs. Starting in 1954, he was much more active directing television. He would direct one movie after this one and die in 1968, age 68.

Edgar Wallace had been popular screen fodder for decades, but this seems to be the first adaptation of his work to hit the big screen in Technicolor, presumably in order to make another James Bond out of district commissioner Sanders. (Ian Fleming had already published a series of articles for 'The Sunday Times' called The Diamond Smugglers', which could easily as served as a title for this.)

The presence of Walter Rilla alerts us to the fact this is a German-British co-production (and German heroine Marianne Koch arrives by Lufthansa while the villain uses a luger). Unlike most European films set below the Equator - which always seem wholly devoid of creepy-crawlies - this film actually acknowledges the inhospitable presence of snakes and crocodiles.

Death Drums Along the River is directed by Lawrence Huntingdon who also co-writes the screenplay with Harry Alan Towers and Nicolas Roeg. It stars Richard Todd, Marianne Koch, Albert Lieven and Walter Rilla. A Techniscope/Technicolor production, music is by Sidney Torch and cinematography by Robert Huke.

Out of "Big Ben Films", the story is suggested by Edgar Wallace's Sanders of the River. Filmed on location in South Africa, plot revolves around Todd as Inspector Harry Sanders, who takes up the case when a policeman is killed in pursuit of a man who pocketed a small pouch at the docks. His investigation leads him to a suspicious clinic and pretty soon he is mired in diamond smuggling and other murky goings on.

Well it reads as a good old fashioned detective mystery, swathed in African locales and a chance for mucho sweaty perils that a dashing hero has to overcome. Sadly it's none of those things, for this is utterly dull and lifeless. Film just plays out as a number of talky scenes wrapped around the odd moment of detective work. There's never any flow to the narrative, atmosphere is absent and the acting away from the reliable (even if he is on auto-pilot) Todd is decidedly poor. I swear at one point the humans are out acted by a Crocodile! While the climax is tepid and certainly not worth having sat through 75 minutes of bad film making. It's not even recommended for visuals since the colour photography is flat and the Techniscope rarely livens locations.

Even though it amazingly spawned a sequel of sorts the following year, Coast of Skeletons, this is a poor movie all told, and this even before the PC brigade have a chance to chew over the dated attitudes to race and sex… 3/10

Anyone witnessing the performance of Vivi Bach as Marlene the nurse will not be struck dumb with amazement at her beauty,or her flawless hair but at the sheer ineptitude of her attempts aas an actress in this film.there are also some other rather sonambulistic performances and a great deal of dead wood.the sound is rather poor and the colour is extremely variable.Richard Todd is his dependable self.So all in all this is a fairly entertaining film given the standout performance of Viv Bach and if you are a connoisseur of bad performances then you are in for a treatIt is also padded out by a lot of scenes of big game and wild animals.

This is not as good as the great Sanders film of 1935 with Leslie Banks and Paul Robeson, but it is a better story. There is no singing here, no Paul Robeson or any great coloured personality like him, and, above all, there is no Hitchcock here to assist in the direction and add some horror scenes. Instead it's all the righteous Sanders, not as a commissioner here but as a police man hunting diamond smugglers, and a few women around him and some hospital personnel, headed by the veteran Albert Lieven, who used to play many villains and is an expert on guns and firing them also here. The action is not very stressful, although it gets speeded up towards the end when there are too many murders, but the story is nevertheless interesting: an old ailing doctor writing his will and intending to give his hospital grounds back to the natives, while others have greedy reasons to stop him. Although there are many casualties, he is not one of them. It's fairly good and exciting, and there are some great panoramic sweeps over the wildlife of Africa, including gorgeous crocodiles, but not at all as impressing as the earlier version, although here everything is in brilliant colours.