Cairo
Director: Wolf Rilla
Year: 1963
Rating:
6.0
If it wasn't for
one actor, I would have thought that this 1963 caper film was shot in an
earlier decade. And in a sense, it was. This was a remake of the 1950 Asphalt
Jungle which was based on a 1949 novel by the great crime writer W.R. Burnett
(Little Caesar, High Sierra). It was also shot in black and white giving
it an earlier look. By the 60's the caper film had moved to high fashion
and a cool sophisticated robbery in which they had to deal with complex security
and cleverer technology. This isn't any of that. The robbery was as clever
as breaking into your child's piggy bank while he was at school.
Go down a sewer grate and come up inside.
No guards. One easy to see laser to trip up the really stupid thieves. A
safe. Of course, it is the getting away with an entire city police force
after you that is difficult. Where anything can go wrong and usually does
in these films thanks to the Code that still hung over films like a scowling
father. The real plus of the film is that it was shot entirely in Cairo and
Egypt and there is a lot of outside location shooting. Nearly all the actors
who are supposed to be Egyptian are played by Egyptian actors - the big exception
being Richard Johnson being Ali.
The Major (George Sanders) flies into Cairo
with a plan. One he has been working on for years while in prison. Full proof
he tells his colleagues. Steal the Pharaoh jewels in the Egyptian Museum.
The Major is of course suave and unfailingly polite but as it turns out has
a weakness for watching belly dancers and not being able to tear himself
away. He pulls together a gang. Ali is the gunman, a getaway driver, an old
friend who can blow open a safe, a man with connections (Eric Pohlmann) and
the man who can sell them (Walter Rilla, father of the director Wolf Rilla).
The location shooting - mainly in the bazaars
- gives it an authentic feel - that and the sweating. A lot of sweating.
It moves fairly swiftly, Sanders is a very likable gentleman thief, Johnson
becomes more likable as the film moves along. But the entire police force
is shutting down the city, going home to home, checking ID cards. You stole
the damn Pharaoh jewels. Cairo begins to feel like a very small city. And
the belly dancers work all night.