Coast of Skeletons

Richard Todd who has just gotten the sack as they say it on the other side of the pond as a police inspector in one of those newly independent former colonies of Great Britain gets a job to check into the activities of American tycoon Dale Robertson in South Africa.

Robertson is a shady character who has his eyes on an old merchant wreck on the west Africa coast that was carrying a lot of His Majesty's gold on board. It's still British property unless Robertson can salvage it for himself. For that purpose he's enlisted the U-Boat captain who sank it back in World War 2 Heinz Drache.

This film is from the apartheid government of South Africa and ain't it fascinating there is nary a black face in the cast. It's a routine action/adventure saga with all the players looking real bored with the film.

I'm sure their checks all cleared. Maybe they were paid in bullion or diamonds.

Richard Todd is back as Harry Sanders in another African adventure. The story is good enough but the acting with this international cast is largely suspect. Heinz Drache and Marianne Koch are the main offenders of the wooden acting school but this may have something to do with the fact that English is not their first language. Dale Robertson as the Texan playboy has no such excuse. His character is such a stereotype, it's hard to believe that Robertson has made a career of playing cowboys. But then the writing has much to blame there. Special mention must go to the ending. Talk about a convenient one. This movie is the perfect example of tying up all loose plot endings with a bang. Not very satisfying but at least it's final. The movie should only be of interest to Richard Todd completists or people wondering what a Harry Alan Towers (the writer) movie would be like without the softcore sex and violence that would dominate his later films.

COAST OF SKELETONS and its predecessor, DEATH DRUMS ALONG THE RIVER, are two of the finest Harry Alan Towers-produced movies of the 1960s. They're both exotic, Africa-shot detective adventures that come across as Bond flicks mixed with German krimi (both tales are based on SANDERS OF THE RIVER, a novel by Edgar Wallace). DEATH DRUMS ALONG THE RIVER has the edge, but this is still a worthy follow-up.

The story sees the efficient investigator Harry Sanders en route to visit the crew of a diamond-hunting ship, where his mission is to find out what happened to a previously-wrecked vessel. Before long he finds himself caught up in conflict between the captain and his crew, along with a conspiracy to make certain members millionaires.

COAST OF SKELETONS is perfectly adequate, Sunday afternoon viewing-type fare. The story is straightforward and yet complex enough to keep you watching, and there's a wealth of hard-knuckle action to keep male viewers enthralled. None of the twists and turns of the narrative are very surprising, but they're certainly handled adroitly by the director.

Richard Todd makes for an ever-dependable hero, and he's backed up by an effective Dale Robertson as the gruff captain and Euro-crumpet Marianne Koch as his second. The outrageously posh Derek Nimmo shows up as another associate. COAST OF SKELETONS is certainly one of the slickest and most entertaining of the Towers of London productions.

Richard Todd and his second appearance as Inspector Harry Sanders

And once again Harry Alan Towers produced an Edgar Wallace adventure film. This time it was directed by Robert Lynn and filmed in Namibia and South Africa.

Harry Sanders (Richard Todd) has to deal with an insurance claim on a sunken ship. The pictures of the wreck on the South African coast are really beautiful. In any case, there is something wrong with this case, which Sanders quickly notices. Captain von Koltze (Heinz Drache) is married to a beautiful but faithless wife (Elga Andersen). His sister Helga (Marianne Koch again but in a different role than in the first film) seems quite nice. That would be something for Sanders. Dale Robertson and Dietmar Schönherr can be seen in other roles.

Beautiful landscape shots, but the plot is all too irrelevant. At least there's a good bang at the end. Not a very successful adventure flick!

The most surprising feature of the second of Harry Alan Towers' two attempts to make a glossy widescreen colour franchise showcasing Edgar Wallace's old hero from the days of the British Empire and revamp him as a kind of African James Bond is the absence of Walter Rilla, hitherto a seemingly obligatory feature of such hokum.

On this occasion Towers somewhat hedges his bets by top-billing an American in the form of Dale Robertson, Heinz Drache and Marianne Koch had already seen service in recent German adaptations of Wallace, Richard Todd as Sanders evokes memories of his role in heroic war movies, while Derek Nimmo is a silly ass straight out of the thirties.