The usual malarkey about commandos blowing up a petrol dump, this is almost certainly the least of Lewis Milestone's war films, about which several reviewers have already commented upon the resemblance to 'The Guns of Navarone'; although it also strongly anticipates Dirk Bogarde's subsequent scenic tour of the Greek islands in 'I'll Met by Moonlight' (which had a much more memorable score by Mikis Theodorakis than the rather twee one provided here by Robert Gill).
Luridly shot in Technicolor, the director is inevitably denied the opportunity to exercise his beloved lateral tracks aboard the submarine but quickly makes up for lost time once the team hit the beach.
Akim Tamiroff is rather quiet for once, but Eric Pohlmann's back-slapping submarine commander is easily hammy enough for two; although Sam Kydd's little ditty about Confucius quickly becomes tiresome.
Luridly shot in Technicolor, the director is inevitably denied the opportunity to exercise his beloved lateral tracks aboard the submarine but quickly makes up for lost time once the team hit the beach.
Akim Tamiroff is rather quiet for once, but Eric Pohlmann's back-slapping submarine commander is easily hammy enough for two; although Sam Kydd's little ditty about Confucius quickly becomes tiresome.