A passenger on an airplane becomes very ill. After examination, it becomes clear that he suffers from smallpox, a dangerous and highly infectious disease.
Disquieting reports come in, speaking of individual smallpox cases in other countries. Will Archie Bannister of the World Health Organisation (WHO) discover the origins of this surprise outbreak, thus saving the world from an epidemic ?
A strange movie, this, situated somewhere between thriller, adventure story and comedy. I watched it with a degree of enjoyment, mainly because of the good performance by lead actor Terry-Thomas, but I can understand why the movie is regarded as something of an experiment : the mix is not entirely successful. The main problem stems from the screenplay's desire to keep everything light, neat and happy, which leads to some VERY unrealistic scenes or characters.
For instance, the airline passenger who becomes desperately ill is a married man. His wife, a glamorous and much younger woman with a taste for the high life, is not overcome with grief or worry. The viewer can believe this - sadly enough, not all marriages are based on love and tenderness. However, the wife continues to lead a life of near-unclouded happiness, even after discovering a) that her husband has smallpox and b) that she has been exposed to it. Later on, even her husband's death does not rattle her. In real life, the mention of the word "smallpox" would give pause to even the most ambitious or self-absorbed of golddiggers.
There's another scene where some representatives of the WHO crash a busy party, in order to tell the guests that they were exposed either to a smallpox sufferer or else to somebody in close contact with a smallpox sufferer. As a result all of those present need to receive an injection, immediately. In the movie everyone takes this announcement in his stride : people queue up in order to get their injection, while asking only the most polite and neutral of questions. Again, it is unlikely that a real-life crowd would react this way. In real life, you would get at least one self-made expert pontificating, at least one obnoxious drunk trying to pick a fight, at least one delicate flower fainting at the sight of a needle, at least one pompous ass threatening litigation, and so on. And people would worry and fret, endlessly : "what if I'm pregnant ?" / "what if I infect my pregnant sister-in-law ?" / "what if the injection doesn't work ?" / "will the injection still work if I get the flu ?" / "I had a great-grandmother who died of smallpox, what if she slipped me some of her bad genes ?" / "what if I develop an adverse reaction to the injection ?" / "last year I suffered from skin cancer, at the beginning of this year I fell off a ladder and now this - am I being cursed ?".
But no, in the whole movie there's nary a sob or a complaint to be heard.
Still, you won't hear me say that this is the worst movie I've ever seen - it isn't. The intrigue is original and the deductive process is interesting, as is the wider context of the fight against plagues such as smallpox. (Lovers of female pulchritude can also gaze upon Sonja Ziemann, who, as the wife/widow of the stricken passenger, is hot enough to melt rocks.)
A strange movie, this, situated somewhere between thriller, adventure story and comedy. I watched it with a degree of enjoyment, mainly because of the good performance by lead actor Terry-Thomas, but I can understand why the movie is regarded as something of an experiment : the mix is not entirely successful. The main problem stems from the screenplay's desire to keep everything light, neat and happy, which leads to some VERY unrealistic scenes or characters.
For instance, the airline passenger who becomes desperately ill is a married man. His wife, a glamorous and much younger woman with a taste for the high life, is not overcome with grief or worry. The viewer can believe this - sadly enough, not all marriages are based on love and tenderness. However, the wife continues to lead a life of near-unclouded happiness, even after discovering a) that her husband has smallpox and b) that she has been exposed to it. Later on, even her husband's death does not rattle her. In real life, the mention of the word "smallpox" would give pause to even the most ambitious or self-absorbed of golddiggers.
There's another scene where some representatives of the WHO crash a busy party, in order to tell the guests that they were exposed either to a smallpox sufferer or else to somebody in close contact with a smallpox sufferer. As a result all of those present need to receive an injection, immediately. In the movie everyone takes this announcement in his stride : people queue up in order to get their injection, while asking only the most polite and neutral of questions. Again, it is unlikely that a real-life crowd would react this way. In real life, you would get at least one self-made expert pontificating, at least one obnoxious drunk trying to pick a fight, at least one delicate flower fainting at the sight of a needle, at least one pompous ass threatening litigation, and so on. And people would worry and fret, endlessly : "what if I'm pregnant ?" / "what if I infect my pregnant sister-in-law ?" / "what if the injection doesn't work ?" / "will the injection still work if I get the flu ?" / "I had a great-grandmother who died of smallpox, what if she slipped me some of her bad genes ?" / "what if I develop an adverse reaction to the injection ?" / "last year I suffered from skin cancer, at the beginning of this year I fell off a ladder and now this - am I being cursed ?".
But no, in the whole movie there's nary a sob or a complaint to be heard.
Still, you won't hear me say that this is the worst movie I've ever seen - it isn't. The intrigue is original and the deductive process is interesting, as is the wider context of the fight against plagues such as smallpox. (Lovers of female pulchritude can also gaze upon Sonja Ziemann, who, as the wife/widow of the stricken passenger, is hot enough to melt rocks.)