Neutral Port

Despite being produced & directed by the team that also gave posterity 'Oh,Mr Porter!' for Gainsborough, this is a lifeless and laughless business which obviously never leaves Shepherd's Bush, typical of early films attempting to keep spirits up during the grim early years of the war.

Set in the neutral port of 'Esperanto' (probably the best joke in the film), most of the action takes place at 'The Hotel Adolf' (probably the second best joke in the film). The basic situation anticipates 'Casablanca', complete with competing factions singing at each other, with Frederick Valk as the ugly face of the Hun later personified by Conrad Veidt.

Instead of Humphrey Bogart as Rick, however, we get Yvonne Arnaud as Rosa Pirenti, who raises the prices the moment war is declared.

Will Fyffe was a well established music hall performer who like many in his profession made some films but with very little success.His acting is far too broad for the cinema and he comes over as a caricature Scotsman.He is not helped by a truly awful script,poor direction and model shots which appear to have been filmed in someones bathtub.I know that many of the films at the time had a propaganda element but this was really taking matters to an extreme.the plot was incoherent,badly developed and improbably resolved.The acting was uneven.Leslie Banks was fairly laid back.However despite a reasonable cast nothing could save this mish mash from disaster.Clearly at this point in the war the British film industry was in rather a trough from which it would soon recover.

For a movie that has that classic scene stolen for Casablanca in Rick's Americaine between Germans singing Deutschland Uber Alles and French supporters singing the Internationale.

It's 3 September 1939 in the Mediterranean port of Esperanto. Anxious civilians besiege the British consulate trying to get on a boat, but the consul (Leslie Banks) is busy playing a game of chess against his German counterpart (Sigurd Lohde) at the club. When war is declared, his assistant Jim (Hugh McDermott, for once not playing an American) brings him the news and the game is put to one side. Esperanto declares its neutrality, and the Hotel Adolf hedges its bets - displaying a portrait of the Fuhrer beneath a Union flag.

It's a nice opening scene, and Esperanto, where the police strut about in comic opera uniforms, is a little bit Wes Anderson. For a film released in 1940, the propaganda message is light touch and the Germans are not demonised. A developing storyline surrounds the Scharndorf, a German merchant ship that the British believe (correctly) is actually a covert supply ship for German U Boats. The consul is told to put someone with a radio transmitter on the ship to send its position to the Royal Navy so it can be sunk, and appoints Jim for the highly dangerous job, much to the horror of his daughter Helen (Phyllis Calvert), who is in love with Jim.

Unfortunately, the film does goes downhill from its opening scenes. Yvonne Arnaud's turn as bar owner Rosa Pirenti is a histrionic performance that simply overbears everything else. It's maybe not her fault (Arnaud is fine as Madame Lebouche in Tomorrow We Live). The director, Marcel Varnel, should just have told her to turn herself down from 11.

Things are not much improved by Will Fyffe as Ferguson, the skipper of a ship called the Annie Louise which is sunk offshore almost as soon as war breaks out and who Rosa is determined to marry. His turn as an amusingly cantankerous old sea salt falls just as flat as Arnaud's.