Le Secret de la liste rouge

Steve Cochran is a pilot stranded in Lisbon without a job. He crashed a plane, and although he was held blameless, no one wants to hire him. Then a one-way ticket to Lourenço Marques, (now Maputo) in Mozambique shows up, so he takes a Lufthansa(?) flight. His prospective employer is dead, but the organization is still active, and its current head, Martin Benson, takes him on, while he fights with widow Hildegarde Neff for control. Cochran soon discovers that a pilot is needed for flying illegal drugs around, and for smuggling. After an hour, there's a corpse to deal with.

Martin Curtis' camerawork is excellent, but the movie is wrecked by the editor, Peter Boita. The pacing is glacial, with Cochran needing twenty minutes to get out of Portugal. The movie times in at a hundred minutes, but it might have been a zippy seventy except that director Robert Lynn likes to show people strolling about, taking them from a car to a hotel's door, or shoot a chase scene with as few cuts as possible, and Boita indulges him in this.

Johnny Douglas' score makes this pace even more evident by the music he uses during what should be exciting scenes: he uses scales on a guitar, single notes taking about a second each.

I would not be surprised if the film Mozambique came about because of Great Britain throwing a little tourist trade and publicity to the Salazar government in Portugal at the time. The British had divested themselves of most of their African colonies at the time, but Portugal was holding on, in the end futilely to both Mozambique and Angola. I think this British film shot in part in Mozambique was to drum up a little tourist business for the place by shooting a nice action adventure film there. And of course an obligatory American lead for that huge market.

By 1964 you could never use studio back lot jungle sets any more. Even for a routine action adventure film realism was required. The best thing that Mozambique has going for it is the location shooting in a new and modernizing Africa. The climax chase scene at Victoria Falls is quite well done and offers the world a view of one of its great natural wonders. I can appreciate living as close as I do to Niagara Falls.

Steve Cochran like so many American players having trouble finding work probably took this film for an African tour and a paycheck. He's an American pilot who for a past accident is having trouble finding work. After a dust up in a bar in Lisbon Cochran gets an offer from the Portugese police to take a job in Mozambique or spend several months in their pokey.

Once in Mozambique Cochran is hired by casino owner Martin Benson as a pilot for some smuggling. After that it's all kind of intrigue until some unsolved homicides and a couple of new ones are cleared up by the Portuges cops.

One thing about this was the white slavery racket involving young and beautiful Vivi Bach who some Arab sheik wants to add to his harem. Cochran risks all to rescue her in a rather improbable sequence from the palace of this Snidely Whiplash Arab. Of course one look at her and you can see why both villain and hero are with hormones in overdrive.

Hildegarde Knef is the widow of Cochran's original employer and Paul Hubschmid plays the cop. Nothing but the great scenery and the final action climax however is worth looking at in Mozambique.

Of course there's Ms. Bach as well.

This is an excellent movie! I just watched it as a blu ray dvd, it looks great! Made in 1964, it is one of those older films, where the viewer needs to have some patience as the story develops. The script is outstanding, it is by Peter Yeldham, who wrote many fine movies. All the cast are very good.

What makes this movie different than many films, is that it is about a 50/50 combination of adventure and mystery. That means there aren't as many big-action type scenes as in a pure adventure film. This is not an imitation James Bond type movie. There's very good character development. Steve Cochran is likeable as the world-weary American pilot who steps up when needed. Vivi Bach and Hildegard Knef are very classy. There's a 1960's feel, in a kind of different way than usual. I suspect some viewers don't "get" this movie, because they expected a cheesy Bond knock off. This is not that, at all. Highly recommended, especially on the new blu ray version.

In 1964, the year of production of MOZAMBIQUE, that territory was a Portuguese colony in East Africa. Well, the only thing Portuguese that appears in the entire film is some shots of Lisbon, the Portuguese capital, at the very start of this British-South African-German production.

Immediately reducing the film's authenticity, the names of supposed Portuguese cops and criminals are either Italian (Commaro) or Spanish (Gonzalez, Valdez, Rodriguez, etc). The only Portuguese word one hears is "obrigado" (thank you). The rest, even words like señora and señorita, are Spanish, which I - born and bred to the age of 16 in colonial Mozambique - never heard while there.

The official language being Portuguese, the only Portuguese word I saw was "bar", which is written exactly the same way in English. All public notices, company names and adverts are in English, a very rare occurrence in colonial Mozambique. Furthermore, car license plates are not Mozambican, they are Rhodesian.

Given that then Southern Rhodesia was landlocked, as Zimbabwe is today, the port scenes you see are surely South African, possibly Durban.

The buildings are all of British design, there is no Portuguese architecture on sight. The police uniforms are not Portuguese, in fact I saw no distinguishable badges or other insignia.

Southern Rhodesia would declare UDI (Unilateral Declaration of Independence) the following year, 1965, as the UK came under increasing pressure to grant independence to its colonies. Given that white British citizens ran Southern Rhodesia, clearly the UK authorities and studios where this film was edited, thought it bad for business to label it with anything connected to the then fading British Empire.

The solution? Make the Portuguese look bad instead by naming it Mozambique, quickly run up a few supposedly Portuguese names - Da Silva is the most common of all Portuguese surnames, so a character so named does appear on the roll - and let the fan spatter it at leisure.

No doubt as a joke, and to give the film producers some of their own venom, the Portuguese authorities rendered the film's title as "Operação Zanzibar" (Operation Zanzibar). It is true that 10% of the film takes place on that island off then British colony Tanganyika, now Tanzania, but Portuguese spectators certainly wondered why a flick entitled MOZAMBIQUE should go on show as OPERATION ZANZIBAR instead. About 15 minutes into the flick and you knew why: it had naught to do with Mozambique.

As for the film itself, Steve Cochran looks too old for the part, his hairline receding badly. He plays a pilot who survived a crash and now fears flying, but dishy Vivi Bach helps distract him while aboard a Lufthansa aircraft. The support cast of unknowns is pretty dire, the saving graces being two stunningly beautiful women, Hildegaard Knef as the femme fatale and Vivi Bach. The former even sings a song in German - an out and out rarity in Mozambique in 1964 - and other songs are heard in restaurants where waiters speak native English, no accent at all.

The ageing Cochran, his career in decline, must have been in bad need of a paycheck, or he would never agree to participate in this farse. But all is not bad for the aged character he portrays: he has both female beauties interested in him, and manages to get into Bach's room in the dead of night and - lo and behold! - she promptly opens up to him. James Bond had just emerged as a film franchise with DR NO, FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE and GOLDFINGER, but not even Bond did it better!

South African actor Gert vanden Bergh plays an Arab smuggler, looking much too fat and white for the part.

The script is patchy, jagged, full of flat characters, and with more holes than the proverbial Swiss cheese. One sequence where Cochran and Bach are fleeing Zanzibari cops armed with rifles is particularly ludicrous: Bach is barefoot, Cochran looks old, yet they keep gaining in relation to their pursuers, who cannot fire a shot right to save their lives.

Cochran even has time to find rope, be the gentleman and allow Back to climb a wall first, go down the outside wall and jump onto a guard, thankfully avoiding impalement on the rifle.

The film's climax takes place at the famously beautiful Victoria Falls, in then Rhodesian territory. One of the main villains falls too suspiciously like a doll from the glorious Victoria Falls Bridge, which must have been a source of pride to Brits and Rhodesians alike at the time.

However... climax outside of Mozambique in a film entitled MOZAMBIQUE defies logic.

One star for decent photography, the other for gorgeous Knef and Bach. 2/10. The rest is a tissue of misrepresentations from beginning to end, poorly acted and suffering from pedestrian direction - to put it very mildly - by Robert Lynn.

Amateurish and unintentionally laughable waste of 97 minutes.

A merry yarn and predictably cheesy in all the right places. The fight scenes are particularly wanting and the dialogue is more than inadequate in places, but one is compelled to hang in there to let the plot unravel. The characters are implausible rather than larger-than-life, especially the Arab contingent, but this was 1965 and the swinging sixties seems an acceptable excuse. As usual, for movies of this period and genre, the hero is sadly old enough to be the father of the damsel in distress, leaving one to wonder: where were all the young, virile men before 1970? Perhaps it's also somewhat surprising that, being a British-made film, there is a distinct lack of black actors and extras, especially as this actually was filmed in Mozambique! Overall, it's not the worst way to kill an hour and a half, unless you have something better to do such as walk the dog.