Die sieben Männer der Sumuru

Since I recently watched Mario Bava's Danger Diabolik, I had an urge to see some other, lesser known spy movies. This is Jess Franco's attempt at the genre and he almost pulls it off. If it weren't for some lapses in action (and logic) this one would have been very good. But far too often, nothing much of interest is going on. In a typical James Bond movie, there are many instances where the action stops to further the plot. In The Girl from Rio, these stops in the action do nothing to advance the story. They are just there.

Franco probably had one of the bigger "name" casts in The Girl from Rio that he ever worked with. Shirley Eaton, from Goldfinger, is the villainous Sumuru. George Sanders, who I always get a kick out of watching, is very funny as the equally villainous Sir Masius. The biggest problem with the casting is Richard Wyler as the films hero. He's not interesting enough to carry the part.

Having watched a few Franco movies over the past few years, The Girl from Rio is decidedly tame. While the movie has its moments, the usual Franco sleaze is not evident. Too bad - it might have made some of the non-action moments more tolerable.

There are certain scenes in this film (like the hero's first meeting with super-villainess Shirley Eaton) where it seems to be on the edge of breaking sexual taboos and doing its premise (females want to rule the world by making men slaves) justice, but it never dares to. The result is a film with no sexuality and some tame violence. Despite the choppy plot, the film is not overly bad until its climax, where its amateurishness runs rampant (terrible editing, overuse of stock footage). Worth seeing only as a curio. (*1/2)

Take the secret agent / James Bond craze of the sixties, mix in some concepts from Sax Rohmer's female Fu Manchu femme fatale and stir in some absurdest twisted revisionism by director Franco - you have the man-hating lesbian Sumuru, or "The 7 Secrets of..." - better known as "The Girl From Rio" in the USA, recalling "That Man From Rio," which has nothing to do with this. Yes, this does take place in Brazil, we must give it that. Sumuru, or Sumitra as she's also referred to, is like an evil version of "Modesty Blaise," played here by actress Eaton with that familiar coy smile which most of us first became acquainted with in "Goldfinger." There are numerous close-up shots of her staring off camera, slowly opening her mouth, probably while watching something unpleasant (however, she is doubled in her key lesbian scene). She controls an entire army of female warriors, colorfully costumed, and rules a city called Femina or something (just outside Rio de Janeiro?). These concepts, which previously appeared in "The Million Eyes of Sumuru," sound terrific, but, despite some intriguing set design & visuals, it follows the same campy atmosphere of, for example, the very dated "Some Girls Do," which came out around the same time and which also featured a female army. At first glance, the sight of all these armed females, usually lined up in a row, catches one's interest, but, after 15 minutes or so, you realize there's nothing else there beyond just setting up the visual.

The plot follows what seems like a secret agent, a male, arriving in Brazil with 10 million dollars. He catches the attention of the local crime lord (Sanders, hamming it up as an elderly Bond-type villain), who sends dark-suited thugs in bowler hats to accost him. This sets everything up for a 3-way conflict between the agent, the crime lord and the mysterious Sumuru (the crime lord wants Sumuru's secrets). Sumuru also keeps various prisoners in glass cages - maybe that's one of the secrets. This sounds exciting but there are problems which go beyond just a slow pace; there are many shots which could have used a lot of tightening: one shot of an arriving airplane, for example, stays on the craft as it settles to a near stop, as if this had never been captured on film before. There's a similar approach to a typical sunset, as if there's something unusual about it. The fight scenes are very substandard, as if the filmmakers had to use the first takes. To add some production value, there's a scene of the real Rio carnival about midway through. I'm guessing there were various budget problems, especially evident in the climactic battle, where fake sound effects and smoke cover up a lot of bogus action, such as the lack of even real-looking guns - it calls to mind those times when kids use plastic guns and pretend bullets are being fired, falling over unconvincingly. There are touches of sadism, such as torturing a character to get answers, and female nudity, an early depiction of such after some restrictions were lifted. But, mostly, you'll be rolling your eyes. Hero:3 Villains:5 Femme Fatales:5 Henchmen:4 Fights:3 Stunts/Chases:3 Gadgets:4 Auto:4 Locations:6 Pace:3 overall:4

Without even trying to, I have somehow managed to see four of director Jess Franco's 140-plus films over the last few months. The man has been so very prolific is so many film genres that he is seemingly unavoidable for anyone whose tastes tend toward the "psychotronic." "The Girl From Rio" (1969) is one of his more coherent, impressively made, larger-budgeted, less sleazy efforts, at least compared to some other works in his gigantic oeuvre. In this one, formerly golden Bond girl Shirley Eaton plays a character widely referred to as Sumitra, although here she's usually called Sunanda (AND despite being based on Sax Rohmer's female villain Sumuru...don't ask). She and her all-woman army plan to conquer the world from their base city of Femina (near Rio), if American playboy on the run Jeff Sutton and crime boss Masius (the always-worth-watching George Sanders) don't get in the way. The film features excellent set and costume design, a chic and catchy theme song, unusual camera angles and a decidedly mod feel. Shirley is just fine in her villainess role, and viewers who enjoyed Maria Rohm's work in that same year's "Venus in Furs" (also by Franco) will just eat her right up here. The picture, for the most part, has its heart in the right place and is something of a gas. Sadly, it is also excessively padded with inevitable Carnivale footage, never goes far enough in terms of sex and perverseness, is grossly deficient when it comes to well-choreographed action scenes, and lacks the budget to make good on its admittedly smashing central conceit. The film's a mixed bag, to be sure, but a stylish and enjoyable one. I would never recommend ingesting psychedelics before watching it, but still, the picture almost demands to be seen that way...

Shirley Eaton repeats her role as the villainess from the earlier "The Million Eyes of Su Muru". Except that here she's referred to as "Sunanda", while being listed in the end credits as "Sumitra", and basically playing the role of the Sax Rohmer character "Su Muru". All right. Now that that nonsense is out of the way, Sunanda abducts Jeff Sutton (Richard Wyler, who gives a flat performance), a playboy on the run. She's got her eye on the $10 million with which he absconded, yet so does Masius (ever wonderful George Sanders), a genial crime kingpin in Rio. He's prepared to mobilize underworld forces against her and her city of "Femina", which is inhabited only by Sunandas' women warriors.

The directing reins are handed over to Euro-cult favourite Jess Franco, but fans of the filmmaker may find this rough going for a while. At first, it often gets dull and plodding. But it does eventually improve somewhat, leading to a colourful finale. There's enough to take in to make the trip worth taking: plenty of eye candy (of both the feminine and scenic variety), an effectively exotic setting, a dynamic music score by Daniel White (and catchy theme song), a fun sense of costume design, and some enjoyable acting.

Eaton once again looks like she's enjoying the part of the feminist baddie, in what turned out to be her final role in a motion picture. Wyler is rather insipid, but Maria Rohm, Marta Reves, Elisa Montes, and Beni Cardoso are all enticing as the various women with which he interacts. Herbert Fleischmann is fine as a dapper henchman named Carl. But, other than Eaton, it's Sanders who's the most fun. He plays an antagonist who doodles on a tablecloth when bored, and who doesn't seem to have much of a stomach for violence. (He turns away when his underlings are roughing people up.)

Not exactly one of Francos' best, but it's all fairly pleasant to watch anyway. Those who favour his output of the 1970s will note that it's not as sleazy as some of those films. All in all, it's decent cheesy espionage fare.

Six out of 10.