El gran delito

This is a German film and not any American Hollywood production, and it is not filmed on location in the swamps of Brazil but actually in Hamburg studios, but it is well made and surprisingly convincing for being all artifice. The story is true though, these rackets did go on and probably still go on today, and we shall never know how many girls from how many countries were lost this way. The music is good also and the one enjoyable thing about the movie. Raymond Burr is as impressive as ever as a qualified villain of professional double standards, and Scott Brady is a positive surprise for his honest acting. Johanna Matz like the other girls all young and pretty also make one-sidedly good impressions, especially Johanna Matz for her innocence. The Brazilian insights, especially in the row aboard the river boat in the end, are delightful, and the story makes sense although scary without exaggerations. It is worth watching but no more.

This was presented to me as a film noir. It is not. It's an international cast in a flimsily plotted low-budget melodrama.

Raymond Burr is an icon of the second half of the last century because of his work in "Perry Mason." We noir fanatics know him also to have done some excellent work on the other side of the law in movies. If this was the direction his film career was going, "Perry Mason" kept him from ending up in Doris Wishman flicks.

The plot is a hodgepodge about prostitution and white slavery in Brazil. The German actress who gets top billing is attractive. Scott Brady is in it, too. He plays a good guy.

At first I thought this was my imagination. Then I noticed it with more than Ms. Matz and Brady: The actors often seem to be holding back laughter. They have constant half-smiles.

It's not so bad it's good, though. It isn't offensive. It simply offends the upstanding name of film noir.

Johanna Matz is hired to be a clothes model in Rio, but when she gets there she discovers that sometimes they don't want her to wear clothes. Scott Brady finds this out when it turns out she's not a prostitute hired by his boss Raymond Burr after he gets back to the city after months and months up at the mine. He's okay with her being a good girl and decides to help her escape.

This unlikely plot is well directed by director-cowriter Kurt Neumann, and it speaks to the mindset of people looking for a little well-intentioned smut. There isn't any smut but there is a fashion show and some pretty actresses in their early 1920s. Although it was financed by Lippert, it was shot mostly in Germany.

The so-called future models are trained in Paris, which is not a coincidence: white slave trade was more often the subject of a movie in France ,in the thirties and mainly in the fifties; in 1936, film noir past master Robert Siodmak ,had already broached the topic with "le chemin de Rio"

It could be subtitled "the perils of Pauline" , the heroine ,a naive German girl falls from the frying pan ( the house where the girls are here to satisfy the wealthy men's whims ) into the fire ( Raymond Burr ,a perfect villain ,in his desirable mansion with his favorite -whom he will ditch when he gets tired of her ) .

Her attentive escort (Scott Brady) is almost as naive as her : in the first half of the movie, he's subject to gaffes -entrusting his protégée to the white slave big boss by no means the least- and as a mining engineer ,he's rather gullible .

The story is action-packed, full of sudden new developments ,with exotic settings and thus never boring.

An American engineer helps a German girl escape the clutches of a white slavery ring in South America.

The movie's a peculiar production. The origin appears West German since the names in the credit crawl are German, while the cast, except for Brady, is also German. I guess the film was released here by Lindsley Parsons' low-budget outfit. All in all, the package seems odd since not many English-language films came from West Germany during this post-war period.

Anyway, the result plays like an exploitation movie with its tawdry subject-matter (notice all the euphemisms used for the taboo word "prostitute"), plus a suggestive title that, as I recall, was heavily promoted at the time. The opening part in the city plays pretty well, but once the action moves inland, the screenplay becomes darn near incoherent with its shifting locales minus connecting segues.

Still, Matz is a spunky little number, reminding me of Debbie Reynolds with an accent, while Brady delivers a surprisingly spirited performance as the white knight. Burr turns up in a sinister role so typical of his pre-Perry Mason period; at the same time, his jumbo tropical suit suggests a younger version of the great Sydney Greenstreet.

The movie has a few good moments and some suspense, but on the whole fails to rise above the level of exotic sleaze.