Les Joyeux Voleurs

What a waste of everyone's time this is: a boring story line, terrible dialogue, wooden acting from all the actors (yes, even Rex H.), pedestrian directing (sorry, no offence to pedestrians intended), lifeless cinematography with hardly a single interesting camera angle or lighting in the whole film (and in muddy black and white, too, in 1962! - and the lighting cameraman had obviously never seen a good film noir, or if he did then he must have kept his eyes closed all the time), old-fashioned editing, an awful soundtrack (that irritating whistling tune that keeps repeating ad nauseam, and I do mean ad nauseam, is a top candidate for the worst film score ever) ...

The only reason it merits 2 stars instead of 1 is that we get to see Rita H. in her negligee.

Good grief, how did the studio have the brass neck to distribute this film instead of burning it and claiming on the insurance?

I've always had great affection for this film, for its whimsical score by Mario Nascimbene , for being able to see both Joseph Wiseman and Rita Hayworth play comedy at all and in the same film, for being able to see Rex Harrison play the same character but pulled back a bit that he did in THE HONEY POT a few years later, for the affection and attention it gives to the museum scene, and for its ingenious art theft. Most of all, I admire it for the surprising and yet convincing ending and Hayworth's reaction.

A triumvirate of art thieves are blackmailed into stealing a famous Goya painting from the Prada museum in Madrid. Jimmy Bourne (Rex Harrison) is the actual thief, Eve Lewis (Rita Hayworth) smuggles the artworks out of the country and Jean-Marie (Joseph Wiseman, soon to be more famous as Dr No, 1962) creates the forgeries that replace the stolen masterpieces. Hayworth is the least reliable of the trio, her drinking (she had a problem in real life) jeopardizes their slick operation. Not only is the painting they have stolen slipped through their hands but the thief Dr Victor Munoz (Gregoire Aslan) has not filmed the theft but is now above a bit of murder on the side Harrison and Hayworth are a delightful pairing. Hayworth has abandoned the sultry in favor of the winsome, Harrison shifted from sarcasm to dry wit. He is always one-step-ahead but never overbearing, and the thefts are carried out with military precision. Even when let down by colleagues, who are inclined to scarper when threatened, he takes it all in his stride, the calm center of any potential storm. And there is genuine chemistry between Harrison and Hayworth though his matter-of-fact attitude tends to undercut the kind of passionate romance that moviegoers came to expect from top-class players thus paired. His proposal, for example, comes by way of dictation, "the new Mrs Bourne." It would have been tempting for Hayworth to act as the ditzy blonde (brunette, actually) but instead she plays it straight, which is more effecting. Bourne is the archetypal gentleman thief ("there is a touch of larceny in all successful men") and Eve does her earnest best to keep up ("I want so much to be a first-class crook for you, I'm trying to be dishonest, honestly I am.") there is never the remotest chance of them being confused with real gangsters. "I thought that stealing was the only honest way Jimmy could live with himself," says Eve. In truth, their characters set the template for better-known later heist pictures like How to Steal a Million (1966), Gambit (1966) and A Fine Pair (1968) - all reviewed here - which couple one determined thief with one less so. Of course, heist pictures rely for much of their success on the actual heist. And Bourne's plan for the Prada is brilliantly simple and carried out, as mentioned, with military precision. The get-out clause, which, of course, is how such films reach their conclusion, is more realistic and human than the other movies I have mentioned. What's more, there are number of excellent sight gags and great throwaway lines, while Jean-Marie and Dr Munoz are well-written, the villain's motivation particularly good. Other incidentals lend weight - their apartment is opposite a prison, the security guards at the Prada are caring rather than the idiots of How to Steal a Million, and sub-plot involving a bullfighter (Virgilio Teixeira, Return of the Seven, 1966) also sheds light on Bourne. There is a jaunty whistling theme tune by Mario Nascimbene (One Million Years B.C., 1966) which maintains levity throughout. The movie does tilt from the gentleman thievery of the initial section into something much darker, but, so too, do the two principals and, unusually, rather than in the usual contrived fashion, Bourne and Eve undergo personal transition by the end. I found the whole exercise highly enjoyable. It's very under-rated. My only quibbles are that it is shot in black-and-white, which seems bizarre when Spain, the location, is such a colorful location. The title, too, is an oddity. This was the only picture produced by Hayworth in partnership with husband James Hill. They split up before the picture was released which might explain its poor initial box office. Hill was an experienced producer, part of Hill-Hecht-Lancaster (The Unforgiven, 1960), but this proved his final film. Hayworth, too, had previously worn the producer's hat for The Loves of Carmen (1948), Affair in Trinidad (1952) and Salome (1953). Hayworth was still a marquee attraction at this point, taking top billing here, and second billing to John Wayne in Circus World/The Magnificent Showman (1963). But this is quite a different performance to her all-out-passionate persona or the slinky deviousness of Gilda (1946).

"The Happy Thieves" from 1961 is about art thieves Jimmy and Eve (Rex Harrison and Rita Hayworth) who steal a painting from a museum. A painting belonging to Duchess Blanca (Alida Valli) is stolen from a castle in Spain by the two thieves, but then it's stolen from them by the Duchess' cousin.

Eve wants to call it quits, but the thief, one Dr. Munoz (Gregoire Aslan) blackmails the couple and wants a piece of art from the Prado museum. They have a duplicate made by Jean Marie Calbert (Joseph Wiseman), planning to switch the paintings during a farewell bullfight for the duchess' fiancée, a matador.

A few things could have helped this film. One was a color production. It is Europe and does deal with art, after all. The second thing that would have helped was a more exciting actor as Jimmy. Rex Harrison was a marvelous actor but somehow wrong for this role, not dashing, charismatic, or romantic enough. The last thing that would have helped is a faster pace.

"The Happy Thieves" was based on a book by Richard Condon and directed by George Marshall, both very accomplished, but this isn't the best representation of either one. Hayworth, in her forties here is beautiful, graceful and does a good job. The film was produced by her last husband, and she later pronounced it "rubbish." It moves fairly slowly, but the painting-switching scene is very good. Not awful, not great. Seeing Rita Hayworth is always worthwhile.

Jimmy Bourne (Rex Harrison) and Eve Lewis (Rita Hayworth) are thieves. It helps that he's the owner of Hotel Bourne. In Madrid, they and forger Jean Marie Calbert are blackmailed by Victor Muñoz into stealing a famous Goya painting, Second of May, showing in the Prado Museum.

Rex is doing nothing other than being cool. The most problematic is that it's trying to be comedic but there's nothing funny here. Director George Marshall started in the silent age and his best work may be behind him by this time. As a heist movie, this could work if it's treated seriously. It doesn't have a driving narrative. It lacks energy. I don't think the scheme is particularly brilliant. The museum is letting them in to paint for some reason. I don't understand how they got in. The bullfighting is interesting on its own but that's some kind of crazy distraction. They may as well rob all the banks in Madrid. This could still work if it doesn't have that screwball music cue trying to declare it funny. It's not funny.