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Our Man in Marrakesh

The same mugs appear that appear in all these type of movies and a lot of crazy monkey shyt occurs here of turnabouts getting some briefcase filled with crazy documents or gadgets like in the other prev. movie I review, and just it is a makalooz but it is makalooz for the sake of makalooz, but hey stuff happens which is good enough for fun. Rec. from Eurospy Guide by Matt Blake/David Deal (in the funny list.)

This is a great film. Beautiful cinematography captures the look & the time of 1960s Marrakesh. The cast are so likeable & this film has a lightness as we navigate our way through the streets. Marrakech has a timeless aspect to it combined with the look of the world in 1960s fashion, cars, & behaviours. Dont treat this film as a huge event, and you will love it!

The alternative title of this simply dreadful film reveals the level of mentality at which it is aimed. It is undeniably one of the worst of the spy spoofs that cluttered up sixties cinema. Despite the presence of some eccentric characters and a ravishing Austrian this whole enterprise is doomed from the outset by a feeble script and an atrocious score. Having previously endured the ghastly 'Brides of Fu-Manchu' I vowed never again to watch a film directed by Don Sharp but I am obviously a sucker for punishment. This opus is actually worth less than nought but warrants 'un point' for the presence of the immaculate Herbert Lom who succeeds once again in rising above his material.

A man is murdered in a Marrakesh Kasbah. Six people board a bus from the Casablanca airport destine for Marrakesh. One of them is carry $2 million to fix an United Nations vote. Andrew Jessel (Tony Randall) is with Iranian oil on leave to see Marrakesh. There are mysterious agents after the carrier. Andrew finds a dead man in his hotel closet and Kyra Stanovy claims their rooms have been switched. It's her boyfriend Philippe and she convinces him to move the body. Andrew is a sucker and I don't like it. I get the allure of a beautiful woman. She could talk me into moving a TV but moving a dead body is something else. This can't happen unless he's the obvious suspect or that he's a secret agent. It doesn't make sense if he's an innocent nobody and that's what Randall needs to play. With a few fixes, this could be a workable premise. Randall can play the fish-out-of-water with a femme fatale. The pieces are here but it's not as fun when I'm forced to question the premise constantly.

Our Man in Marrakesh is a comedy spy adventure. It is less a spoof of Bond and more of a homage to Hitchcock. It is the wrong man adventure. American Andrew Jessel (Tony Randall) arrives in Marrakech for business purposes and finds a dead body in his wardrobe. Luckily mysterious femme fatale spy Kyra Stanovy (Senta Berger) is on hand to help him hide the body. She also helps Andrew get away from henchman Jonquil (Klaus Kinski) sent by well connected criminal kingpin Casimir (Herbert Lom.) Casimir thinks Andrew could be one of the travellers who has arrived to Marrakech on the bus carrying a suitcase full of money to fix a UN vote. Despite the location shooting in Morocco. This is a low budget film with a mundane script and a lack of thrills. It does have plenty of back projection. Kinski and Casimir are effective villains. There are a couple of beautiful ladies, several familiar British character actors. Randall gamely does his best but he is no Cary Grant.

One of the better Harry Alan Towers travelogues, probably because after this they just kept getting worse and worse (Towers should have retained Don Sharp to direct and commissioned half decent scripts). Even here one's attention tends to wander during the endless scampering about exotic locations that passes for a plot. But at least it's largely played for laughs, Tony Randall & Senta Berger are attractive leads, Herbert Lom an excellent villain and even Margaret Lee (who gets an "introducing" credit despite having been busy in movies for several years, admittedly not ones anybody was likely to remember her from) is slightly more animated than in her later films. And of course there's Terry-Thomas's amusing late guest appearance as El Caid, AKA "the oily cad".