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The Desert Rats (1953), continued
Mar. 9th, 2024 06:32 pmAnd so the ANZACs harass Rommel’s front line with nightly raids. The Germans soon learn to fear the sound of ‘Waltzing Mathilda’ on the soundtrack. Kidding aside, these scenes were very effectively staged.
Love that they’re delighted the German prisoner tried to be clever and ended up giving away all kinds of intel by the lies he attempted to tell (the way Bartlett’s a human lie-detector a scene or two later, maybe they ought to have assigned him interrogation duties)
ETA — This raid must have been shot day-for-night, but it looks quite good.
The strategic response to the German guard — yell back at him in Italian! (I think it was something about having orders from Rome not to stop?)
Guard: Verruckte Italianern!
Andrew heard me laughing and nodded when I started to describe the scene— this is one of the war films his dad used to watch a lot.
Bet the late Sir Christopher Lee would have disputed the realism of those sudden-death noises.
Aw, Carstairs bought it. MacRoberts is totally telling himself that if he’d gone through with the court-marshal, Carstairs would be disgraced but still alive. OTOH, he wouldn’t have been here to push the plunger on the detonator when that other man got shot. Anyways, you’re captured now, Tammy.
Here’s the doctor sovay mentioned in her much more serious review of this movie. He’s having a busy day— MacRoberts and Rommel have matching shoulder-wounds.
ETA 2:
*Richard Burton and James Mason snarking at each other*
OK, I really thought the ANZACs would be rougher on that fellow having a panic attack, but they just splash some water on him and hold him firmly but gently till he calms down. Good job.
Ooh, some real Georges de la Tour lighting in this scene. Bartlett’s been learning from the Australians — he calls MacRoberts “sir’ in a very defiant way as he leaves.
In a five-to-four decision today, the Supreme Court ruled that atheists may not be barred from foxholes.
Hooray, the stock-footage relief column has arrived! Bartlett’s not dead! Michael Rennie delivers the concluding narration, while I try to figure out if those bagpipes are just on the soundtrack, or if there are pipers stashed inside the tanks somehow.
Love that they’re delighted the German prisoner tried to be clever and ended up giving away all kinds of intel by the lies he attempted to tell (the way Bartlett’s a human lie-detector a scene or two later, maybe they ought to have assigned him interrogation duties)
ETA — This raid must have been shot day-for-night, but it looks quite good.
The strategic response to the German guard — yell back at him in Italian! (I think it was something about having orders from Rome not to stop?)
Guard: Verruckte Italianern!
Andrew heard me laughing and nodded when I started to describe the scene— this is one of the war films his dad used to watch a lot.
Bet the late Sir Christopher Lee would have disputed the realism of those sudden-death noises.
Aw, Carstairs bought it. MacRoberts is totally telling himself that if he’d gone through with the court-marshal, Carstairs would be disgraced but still alive. OTOH, he wouldn’t have been here to push the plunger on the detonator when that other man got shot. Anyways, you’re captured now, Tammy.
Here’s the doctor sovay mentioned in her much more serious review of this movie. He’s having a busy day— MacRoberts and Rommel have matching shoulder-wounds.
ETA 2:
*Richard Burton and James Mason snarking at each other*
OK, I really thought the ANZACs would be rougher on that fellow having a panic attack, but they just splash some water on him and hold him firmly but gently till he calms down. Good job.
Ooh, some real Georges de la Tour lighting in this scene. Bartlett’s been learning from the Australians — he calls MacRoberts “sir’ in a very defiant way as he leaves.
In a five-to-four decision today, the Supreme Court ruled that atheists may not be barred from foxholes.
Hooray, the stock-footage relief column has arrived! Bartlett’s not dead! Michael Rennie delivers the concluding narration, while I try to figure out if those bagpipes are just on the soundtrack, or if there are pipers stashed inside the tanks somehow.
