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Great example of an old-fashioned, pure-at-heart escapist event movie that doesn't pretend to be anything that it's not and has boat loads of fun being its own ludicrous self.

Jack Palance (Gil Walker), Joan Fontaine (Susan Lane), Corinne Calvet (Nikki), Robert Douglas (Danzer), Marcel Dalio (Goro), Jeff Morrow (Colonel Wier), Richard Shannon (Lieutenant Bill Luzon), Murray Matheson (Franz Kovac), John Doucette (Tirera), John Pickard (Hank Brady), James Anderson (Dullah, Goro's henchman), John Templeton (Luzon's offsider), Peter Coe (Hanrah), Madeleine Holmes (Rosario), John Wengraf (Kalferez), Otto Waldis (spiv who demands money), Jerry Paris (policeman in car), Albert D'Arno, Rene Chatenay, Anthony De Mario (policemen), John George (cart vendor), Eric Alden, Don Dunning (Moroccans), Mark Hanna (corporal at airport), Karin Vengay (Greek girl), Josette Deegan (French girl), Pilar Del Rey (Spanish girl), Rodd Redwing (police orderly). Director: CHARLES MARQUIS WARREN. Screenplay: Charles Marquis Warren. Film editor: Frank Bracht. Photographed in Color by Technicolor and Natural Vision 3-D by Ray Rennahan. Art director: John B. Goodman and Hal Pereira. Set decorators: Bertram Granger and Sam Comer. Special photographic effects: John P. Fulton. Process photography: Farciot Edouart. Make-up: Wally Westmore. Technicolor color consultant: Richard Mueller. Assistant to the producer: Harry Templeton. Assistant director: Daniel McCauley. Music: Paul Sawtell. Sound recording: Harry Lindgren, Gene Garvin. Producer: Nat Holt. Copyright 1 November 1953 by Paramount Pictures Corporation. New York opening at the Palace: 24 November 1953. U.S. release: November 1953. U.K. release: 26 December 1953. Australian release: 13 August 1954. Sydney opening at the Victory. 92 minutes.SYNOPSIS: A chartered plane crash-lands in Tangier. But where is the pilot, where's his passenger and, more importantly, what happened to the money he was carrying? COMMENT: A disappointing 3-D movie on all counts, this "B"-grade pulp adventure in a studio-built Tangiers features acres of talk interspersed with a few mild chases that lazily work up to a feeble, clumsily-handled shoot-out climax. One of the chief problems, alas, is Joan Fontaine. Her role is not only unconvincing, but superfluous. The film would have been tauter and more suspenseful if her entire role had been eliminated. True, she looks very cool and glamorous, but then the whole movie is beautifully photographed. (It's one of the few 3-D attractions lensed in three-strip Technicolor). All the same, Jack Palance doesn't look the part of the hero, and Douglas portrays the villain with little of his characteristic zing.At least Marcel Dalio plays with customary enthusiasm. He is the only one of the leads who seems to benefit from director Warren's constant use of wide-screen close-ups. Warren's pedestrian direction is compounded by both visual (distinctly tacky sets) and aural impediments, including a Mickey Mouse music score with every minor twist of the ridiculously far- fetched but unfortunately ho-hum plot inevitably heralded by ominous chords. All told, this picture rates as a thoroughly "B"-class effort. Only at least fifteen or twenty minutes of skillful trimming could salvage some entertainment from Warren's garrulous, dime-novel script which contemporary critics justly described as "pointless", "old- fashioned" and "seedy".

A real rattletrap of a movie, in which all the parts clank like mad but can't mesh. Jack Palance is poorly used in a script that has him playing from moment to moment the grim stoic, man of the world, homesick patriot, lovesick romantic, and half a dozen additional stereotypes. He spends most of the time literally dragging around Joan Fontaine and Corrine Calvet while on the run from both the police and black marketeers. The plot is a slice of Cold War tripe in which embargoed American war surplus material is being sold to the Russians. Nobody in the cast looks entirely comfortable at any point, and neither will the viewer.

Apart from being filmed in 3D, there isn't a whole lot to distinguish "Flight to Tangier". It's an action-adventure film with very little action and it's, at best, a time passer. Aside from Joan Fontaine, it's mostly filled with B-list actors and just left me flat.When the film begins, a DC-3 airplane crashes at an airport in the international city of Tangier*. Oddly, however, no bodies are found in the wreck...and two folks, Susan and Gil (Joan Fontaine and Jack Palance) are caught by the police looking through the wreckage. Soon the police are giving them grief...as are some criminals and the pair want answers. What happened to the pilot and why?!It's weird but the film features some chases...and no one runs or really chases. It all seems very low energy and almost slow motion...and the film never rose above the level of mediocre at any point.

Flight to Tangiers (1953)An odd Technicolor movie, not yet fully widescreen, with the impeccable Joan Fontaine being impeccable, and Jack Palance as his suspicious, quirky self. The setting is Tangiers, though the shooting is all in Hollywood. This is no Casablanca, for sure, despite the mixture of American expatriates in a North African port city. (There is even a point when Fontaine says, "America," and Palance clarifies, "Lisbon, then America," just as in Casablanca.)The plot overall gets far more complex than it needs to be, with a plane going down in an exciting beginning and then a whole slew of people having some interest in what went missing in the wreckage. The complexities are told more than shown (just by having characters talk to each other). As much as I wanted to love this movie (as much as I love Fontaine), I couldn't do it. And it even looks good--not only the color, but the light and sets."In America, do they think you're beautiful?" says a European beauty to the American Joan Fontaine."I don't know," Fontaine replies, and it sums her up, especially a decade after her flirting with the Academy Awards (she won one). I dwell on this because Fontaine rises above this middling movie. And there is an odd competition between the Euro girl and the American one, and Fontaine is made to outclass her even though the other is more clearly a young, voluptuous type. It's mostly silly stuff.The gorgeously lit night scenes, far too perfect for location shooting of the time, and the careful, luxuriating pace are wonderful in their own way. The color (including the famous Technicolor control of set design) is terrific in a way you forget is possible with modern movies, which look good but simply different than these 40s and 50s gems. One great little moment (that almost gives away the mood in the shooting behind the camera) is at 1:25:10 where the guy smoking and walking toward flicks the cigarette right at the lens. I guess this is the level of boredom I was at, too, noticing and caring. But the plot really doesn't hold water long enough to suck you in or make the movie come alive. The arms dealing, backstabbing, foreign intrigue stuff is not enough in itself, and when they drop the phrase "Iron Curtain" into the mix it feels like a last minute add on, not relating to the events in North Africa at all. The director, by the way, Charles Marquis Warren, is also the writer, and he has a slim reputation on both counts. This is one reason why. Fontaine devotees, give this a close look. Jack Palance devotee? Less essential, for sure, but interesting. The rest of you, I'm not sure I'd recommend it in particular.