Esclaves pour Rio

This was presented to me as a film noir. It is not. It's an international cast in a flimsily plotted low-budget melodrama.

Raymond Burr is an icon of the second half of the last century because of his work in "Perry Mason." We noir fanatics know him also to have done some excellent work on the other side of the law in movies. If this was the direction his film career was going, "Perry Mason" kept him from ending up in Doris Wishman flicks.

The plot is a hodgepodge about prostitution and white slavery in Brazil. The German actress who gets top billing is attractive. Scott Brady is in it, too. He plays a good guy.

At first I thought this was my imagination. Then I noticed it with more than Ms. Matz and Brady: The actors often seem to be holding back laughter. They have constant half-smiles.

It's not so bad it's good, though. It isn't offensive. It simply offends the upstanding name of film noir.

An American engineer helps a German girl escape the clutches of a white slavery ring in South America.

The movie's a peculiar production. The origin appears West German since the names in the credit crawl are German, while the cast, except for Brady, is also German. I guess the film was released here by Lindsley Parsons' low-budget outfit. All in all, the package seems odd since not many English-language films came from West Germany during this post-war period.

Anyway, the result plays like an exploitation movie with its tawdry subject-matter (notice all the euphemisms used for the taboo word "prostitute"), plus a suggestive title that, as I recall, was heavily promoted at the time. The opening part in the city plays pretty well, but once the action moves inland, the screenplay becomes darn near incoherent with its shifting locales minus connecting segues.

Still, Matz is a spunky little number, reminding me of Debbie Reynolds with an accent, while Brady delivers a surprisingly spirited performance as the white knight. Burr turns up in a sinister role so typical of his pre-Perry Mason period; at the same time, his jumbo tropical suit suggests a younger version of the great Sydney Greenstreet.

The movie has a few good moments and some suspense, but on the whole fails to rise above the level of exotic sleaze.

This is a German film and not any American Hollywood production, and it is not filmed on location in the swamps of Brazil but actually in Hamburg studios, but it is well made and surprisingly convincing for being all artifice. The story is true though, these rackets did go on and probably still go on today, and we shall never know how many girls from how many countries were lost this way. The music is good also and the one enjoyable thing about the movie. Raymond Burr is as impressive as ever as a qualified villain of professional double standards, and Scott Brady is a positive surprise for his honest acting. Johanna Matz like the other girls all young and pretty also make one-sidedly good impressions, especially Johanna Matz for her innocence. The Brazilian insights, especially in the row aboard the river boat in the end, are delightful, and the story makes sense although scary without exaggerations. It is worth watching but no more.

They Were So Young (1954)

An early widescreen movie. It's low budget (showing how mainstream the format had become this first full year of its use), but has some terrific scenes and a fun twist of a plot about a scheme to trap young European girls into a modeling gig in Rio that turns into a kind of prostitution slave-girl trade.

The big star is Raymond Burr, who is excellent in his brief appearances, but the main man is a likable Scott Brady, who is an archetypal nice guy American who sees trouble in this foreign land and saves the damsels who would otherwise perish. It's an odd twist that the bad guys in Brazil are actually American, too (Burr), but that's probably good, not to typecast the South Americans as the bad guys.

Director Kurt Neumann is famous for the idiosyncratic and important original version of "The Fly" as well as the notoriously awful "She-Demon." The long list of his films includes a lot of dregs, including a series of half-length movies (called streamliners) that were super low budget fillers. But because of all this work he was an experienced pro by 1954, and adapted to the wide screen exotic scenario here pretty well. The story, however streamlined itself, is a believable and frightening one. If the outcome is too predictable, that's true with half of Hollywood, so just go for the ride.

...or whenever. By which I mean it's mediocre but enjoyable if you aren't too demanding. Some reviewers were apparently hoping for something better and were disappointed, but after reading their reviews I knew not to expect too much. That said, the plot is reasonable, Scott Brady is as good as he pretty much always was, Johanna Matz is very believable if not outstanding and the rest of the cast does what they need to do in order for this to be a mildly fun little adventure. The sets were better than one often sees in this sort of 'B' grade flick and there were only two or three sequences when I thought it dragged a bit. I'd give it a 5.5 if that was possible, but I couldn't quite give it a 6.