Os Mistérios de Marrocos

A private plane, supposedly carrying $3 million, crashes outside the Tangier airport. The authorities find no bodies in the wreckage - neither pilot nor the courier carrying the $3 million. What happened to the people? An assortment of characters, who had been waiting on the plane, sets off to find the missing loot, including: Gil Walker (Jack Palance), friend of the plane's pilot; Susan Lane (Joan Fontaine), the missing pilot's fiancé and a recent arrival in Tangier; Danzer (Robert Douglas) and Goro (Marcel Dalio), two underworld types; and Nicki (Cornine Calvet), love interest to both Danzer and Gil. Who will get there first?

While I like Flight to Tangier, I really wanted to love it. It's filmed in that gorgeous 1950s era Technicolor that never ceases to amaze me. The cinematography is often quite stunning. The movie probably looks a million times better than it has any right to. Sets and locations are perfect. I especially liked the way the filmmakers tried to recreate the tight quarters of Tangier. The costumes also look fantastic. The dresses, the mobster suits, and the police uniforms are all impeccable. The outfits worn by Cornine Calvet steal the show - wow! The acting is first-rate. Joan Fontaine is Joan Fontaine and gives one of her typical outstanding performances. Jack Palance is the young, reluctant hero. It's interesting to watch him play something other than the typecast baddie he would later be associated with. Calvet is new to me, but she more than holds her own with the other actors. Douglas, Dalio, and the always dependable Jeff Morrow give fine supporting performances. Flight to Tangier includes plenty of action with fist fights, police chases, plane crashes, gunplay, mystery, suspense, and more. There really are very few dull moments. It's got just about everything I could ask for in a movie.

So, why don't I love Flight to Tangier? The answer is simple - the plot. To me, the plot is so unnecessarily complicated that it ends up being a weight on everything. It's a mess. Often, there's too much going on. A more streamlined focus and approach could have done wonders for the movie. And the plot falls apart in the final scenes. The movie sort of fizzles out and loses steam by the last act and sort of limps its way to the finish. Flight to Tangier deserved a bigger send-off.

Written and directed by Charles Marquis Warren, Flight to Tangier stars Joan Fontaine, Jack Palance, Corinne Calvet and Robert Douglas. Music is by Paul Sawtell and cinematography by Ray Rennahan.

Tangier airport, and a group of people await the arrival of as plane from behind the Iron Curtain. When said plane crashes and burns, it is found that there are no survivors or indeed any corpses. So exactly where is the missing courier worth $3 million? And just exactly what do these group of people have to do with the crashed plane?

Someone somewhere in a big room full of executives at Paramount Pictures thought this was going to be a great Cold War type thriller. A drama awash with spies, black market dastards, shifty femmes and undercover operatives. Unfortunately what follows is immeasurably dull. A bunch of folk stand around musing about politico guff, then there's a half hearted chase sequence, some more politico guff, another lame chase sequence, and on it goes in the same fashion until the inevitable tepid ending closes the whole sorry picture down.

Fontaine, looking lovely as usual, and Palance give it plenty of gusto, while the Technicolor is nice to take in. But once the poorly scripted contrivances start to take precedence over character dynamics, and the action scenes begin to bore, you realise you have been cheated and feel the need to strangle one of those Paramount executives. So avoid unless you suffer from insomnia. 3/10

Flight to Tangiers (1953)

An odd Technicolor movie, not yet fully widescreen, with the impeccable Joan Fontaine being impeccable, and Jack Palance as his suspicious, quirky self. The setting is Tangiers, though the shooting is all in Hollywood. This is no Casablanca, for sure, despite the mixture of American expatriates in a North African port city. (There is even a point when Fontaine says, "America," and Palance clarifies, "Lisbon, then America," just as in Casablanca.)

The plot overall gets far more complex than it needs to be, with a plane going down in an exciting beginning and then a whole slew of people having some interest in what went missing in the wreckage. The complexities are told more than shown (just by having characters talk to each other). As much as I wanted to love this movie (as much as I love Fontaine), I couldn't do it. And it even looks good--not only the color, but the light and sets.

"In America, do they think you're beautiful?" says a European beauty to the American Joan Fontaine.

"I don't know," Fontaine replies, and it sums her up, especially a decade after her flirting with the Academy Awards (she won one). I dwell on this because Fontaine rises above this middling movie. And there is an odd competition between the Euro girl and the American one, and Fontaine is made to outclass her even though the other is more clearly a young, voluptuous type. It's mostly silly stuff.

The gorgeously lit night scenes, far too perfect for location shooting of the time, and the careful, luxuriating pace are wonderful in their own way. The color (including the famous Technicolor control of set design) is terrific in a way you forget is possible with modern movies, which look good but simply different than these 40s and 50s gems. One great little moment (that almost gives away the mood in the shooting behind the camera) is at 1:25:10 where the guy smoking and walking toward flicks the cigarette right at the lens. I guess this is the level of boredom I was at, too, noticing and caring.

But the plot really doesn't hold water long enough to suck you in or make the movie come alive. The arms dealing, backstabbing, foreign intrigue stuff is not enough in itself, and when they drop the phrase "Iron Curtain" into the mix it feels like a last minute add on, not relating to the events in North Africa at all. The director, by the way, Charles Marquis Warren, is also the writer, and he has a slim reputation on both counts. This is one reason why.

Fontaine devotees, give this a close look. Jack Palance devotee? Less essential, for sure, but interesting. The rest of you, I'm not sure I'd recommend it in particular.

A plane lands at Tangier with three million dollars on it. Only no one can find it. That doesn't stop Joan Fontaine, Jack Palance, Corinne Calvet, Robert Douglas and Marcel Dalio from running around the city and suburbs - actually the Paramount lot and local air port - from looking for it in a shifting web of alliances.

John Warren Marquand's movie is noteworthy more for the fact it was shot in 3D and Technicolor than in being much more than a potboiler. What Dalio was doing here is not clear; probably picking up a paycheck. After all, in a career that spanned half a century and included THE RULES OF THE GAME and SUPERMWITCH OF LOVE ISLAND, there were highs and lows and a lot of in-betweens. This is somewhere in between. Potboiler, programmer, call it what you will, this clearly was intended for writer-director Marquand's break out of the 'shaky A' western, but despite the glossy cast and Ray Rennahan in charge of the camera, it doesn't offer anything special except the gimmick of 3D; and I saw it in a flat TV print, so that wasn't there

A real rattletrap of a movie, in which all the parts clank like mad but can't mesh. Jack Palance is poorly used in a script that has him playing from moment to moment the grim stoic, man of the world, homesick patriot, lovesick romantic, and half a dozen additional stereotypes. He spends most of the time literally dragging around Joan Fontaine and Corrine Calvet while on the run from both the police and black marketeers. The plot is a slice of Cold War tripe in which embargoed American war surplus material is being sold to the Russians. Nobody in the cast looks entirely comfortable at any point, and neither will the viewer.