Carlyle, a man who hires pilot Harry Black to fly him to Istanbul, is murdered there. Now, mysterious Diane Reed and a local gangster, Rashi, are after Harry, believing that he has the price... Read allCarlyle, a man who hires pilot Harry Black to fly him to Istanbul, is murdered there. Now, mysterious Diane Reed and a local gangster, Rashi, are after Harry, believing that he has the priceless plates Carlyle used to counterfeit money.Carlyle, a man who hires pilot Harry Black to fly him to Istanbul, is murdered there. Now, mysterious Diane Reed and a local gangster, Rashi, are after Harry, believing that he has the priceless plates Carlyle used to counterfeit money.
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Harry Black (Vic Morrow) is an ex-con who flies tourists around on private flights and based in Monte Carlo. He gets hired by Jason Carlyle (Stanley Holloway) to transport him to Istanbul where Carlyle, without Harry's knowledge, is going to sell the plates for five pound notes to the underworld. When Carlyle ends up dead on the streets of Istanbul, without the plates, Harry ends up the center of a hunt for them with the police, represented by Lieutenant Duval (Cesar Romero), and the underworld, represented by two competing personalities, Diane Reed (Suzanne Pleshette) and Mosul (Victor Buono). There's also Carlyle's daughter, Ruth (Charlotte Rampling), he gets to deal with.
The basic story is pretty standard Hitchcockian, wrong-man stuff. The small musical motif that comes up from time to time is borderline plagiarizing the James Bond theme. Mosul is effectively Sydney Greenstreet's characters from The Maltese Falcon and Casablanca. This movie really does wear its influences on its sleeve. And they tend to be where the film is the most fun, especially Buono who knows exactly what he's doing, even imitating Greenstreet's verbal delivery.
However, Harry Black is largely just trapped in an adventure that's not that interesting. There's the requisite opaqueness to the mystery early on, but Harry's actual involvement is never that compelling. For instance, he's nowhere near Carlyle when he dies, so the suspicion that Duval has towards him, despite, you know, being a policeman in Monte Carlo and not Istanbul where the murder actually happened, never feels like any sort of threat. Harry ends up feeling like he's involved because he has nothing better to do.
Now, the better way to package this would be to have Carlyle die in Harry's arms, Carlyle fly away on his own, apologize directly to Ruth for what happened, and then go with Ruth to continue the adventure, protecting her while he tries to clear his name. Except, the two don't meet until about halfway through the film, and then she's gone moments later (in one of two scenes that Gene Corman directed to sex the film up). All this while Harry has no real reason to get involved at all.
The unraveling of the plot, the big action/adventure sequence that ends the film, has its charms, but it's largely an empty exercise in film mechanics. The best part of this is really Buono who has to lumber through everything while making wisecracks. It's amusing.
Making movies is hard work that requires many hours and a lot of concentration, but I'm getting the sensation now that Corman is putting in something like a minimum effort in this late stage of his directing career. It's not a huge surprise to me that he'd give up in a few years. He feels like he's just going through the motions, giving his professional effort and no more. The creative spark that marked his Poe cycle is done and dusted. Corman still isn't a bad filmmaker by any measure. He still gets decent performances, things look good, and there's a good clip to the action. However, the script is just generic without any good reason for our hero to be involved at all.
It's forgettable, uninspiring, and kind of just bland. However, it has its small moments.
Watching it so many decades later was like sitting in a screening room watching an assemblage of film dailies: lots of background shots, listless reverse-shots' conversations (edited by Monte Hellman, who apparently had not much material to work with) and evident guerrilla filmmaking (extras staring toward the camera, no film permits obtained for a shoot) that reminded me of a couple of my favorite indie directors of the time, like Larry Cohen and Fred Williamson. The footage was lifeless, and if it had been a major film studio project I suspect Corman would have been fired and replaced (as later happened with Cohen on "I, The Jury") after a week or so.
The actors are pros, and even though at times he seems to be acting under protest, Vic Morrow is believable as our no-nonsense tough guy hero, the type (like Mitchum) that might get into bar fights with "fans" anxious to pick an argument with him. Supporting cast on paper is A-List, but only Victor Buono, too obviously styled as an imitation of Sydney Greenstreet, seems alive. The fault is not all Corman's - a screenplay by hack Bob Barbash is completely uninteresting throughout.
The bulk of the movie is extremely cheesy. "I'll buy that." "You can't afford it," she quips back. It's all very 1970s tv-movie-ish. Lots of zooms, lots of unrealistic, supposedly clever dialogue, and a huge rip-off of the James Bond theme. Vic Morrow is the too-cool-for-school lead who can't be bothered to care about anything. Suzanne Pleshette is his love interest who can't be trusted. Victor Buono is the bad guy. There's not much else to know, really, but you'll see some familiar faces as well: Stanley Holloway, Michael Ansara, and Charlotte Rampling as a blonde. I don't really recommend this one.
Unsure of what to expect, I dove into its opening Gran Prixesque formula high-tension race car pile up action sequence, while lapping up raw location scenery from Monaco, Turkey and environs with laconic, tosseled haired Vic Morrow and sizzling Suzanne Pleshette in her prime, decked out in chic colorful ensembles; young freckled laser blue-eyed Charlotte Rampling, fey Victor Buono as the heavy; decent action sequences and plenty of softcore porn interludes (some are violent) all served up from the Corman Company with a cheezy score. If your interest is peaked, this one's for you!
Did you know
- TriviaOn some prints, the film was entitled "How To Make It"; on these prints, Roger Corman was credited as director under his own name.
- Quotes
Harry Black: I figure once in a while, somebody has to remember a loser.
Diane Reed: You're the loser, Harry.
Harry Black: Yeah, that's right.
- ConnectionsVersion of Le faucon maltais (1931)