It's 1942
and in the Libyan war zone an ambulance with two frightened nurses,
a sergeant major and a fatigued officer are desperate to reach the safety
of Alexandria. This exciting premise is given a further
twist of tension as they pick up a stray South African officer (Anthony
Quayle) who is not all he seems to be.
In many ways
this is a very different view of the desert from the one shown in Lawrence
of Arabia (largely because it is in black and white and therefore the
desert is a sort of greyish colour). However it is also a tense psychological
drama with some superb performances - especially from John Mills (who
plays a character he has done before - but does it bloody well) and
Anthony Quayle (hugely underrated). Sylvia Syms is as beautiful as
ever and Harry Andrews supports well.
The movie
walks a careful line pointing out that the British stiff upper lip sometimes
works to great effect…..especially when your land rover gets into trouble
on a hill. The detailed character development between two sides in a
conflict; and remember this was just 13 years after the war which both
Sir Quayle and Sir John both fought in with distinction. I’m sure at
the time it was sensitive because basically it points out that are Germans
are not as bad as they were made out to be.
Not wanting
to ruin the plot too much John Mills has become too fond of the booze
and on his journey across the desert in the Land rover allows on Anthony
Quayle the mysterious South African Captain (sporting gin) who soon
adds an element of menace as they begin to suspect that he's a German
spy. This idea of 'the enemy within' is exploited further as our plucky
crew runs into a group of German soldiers. Seemingly surrounded on all
sides they look doomed.