This last gasp effort to resurrect Jon Hall's career has him as an American diplomat in India caught up in the usual web of intrigue and overwrought screen music. The script itself is a bit of a hodge podge of spy movies, ranging from KIM to SABOTEUR, filled with hearty Irish spies, Indians who wear turbans and so forth: very primitive visual clues, because this movie was not going to play the big houses in major cities.
Director Fred Sears can't really do that much with the entire proceedings. DP Henry Freulich takes a shot at doing something by shooting the exterior scenes to obtain a documentary movie look, but the result is frequently blurry, rather than immediate. All in all, a waste of everyone's time.
Director Fred Sears can't really do that much with the entire proceedings. DP Henry Freulich takes a shot at doing something by shooting the exterior scenes to obtain a documentary movie look, but the result is frequently blurry, rather than immediate. All in all, a waste of everyone's time.