In Weimar-era Berlin, an aspiring writer strikes up a friendship with a vivacious, penniless singer.In Weimar-era Berlin, an aspiring writer strikes up a friendship with a vivacious, penniless singer.In Weimar-era Berlin, an aspiring writer strikes up a friendship with a vivacious, penniless singer.
- Nominated for 1 BAFTA Award
- 1 nomination total
William Adams
- Old Doctor
- (uncredited)
Ian Ainsley
- Minor Role
- (uncredited)
Charles Andre
- Waiter
- (uncredited)
Julia Arnall
- Model
- (uncredited)
Jack Arrow
- Troika Doorman
- (uncredited)
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- TriviaDespite being far less salacious than the 1951 stage play on which it was based, this film adaptation received a "Condemned" rating from the Legion of Decency, a Roman Catholic organization that passed moral judgments on films between 1933 and 1965. This rating was also given to Psycho (1960), Some Like It Hot (1959) and Breathless (1960).
- GoofsWhilst most of the film is a flashback set in the early 1930s, all the costumes and hairstyles worn are straight out of the early 1950s.
- Quotes
Christopher Isherwood: [to Sally] Any mess you get into, you try and get out of by using your extremely inadequate sex appeal.
- Crazy creditsIn opening credits, Shelley Winters is misspelled "Shelly".
- ConnectionsFeatured in Omnibus: Christopher Isherwood: A Born Foreigner (1969)
- SoundtracksI Saw Him in a Café in Berlin
(uncredited)
Music by Ralph Maria Siegel
English lyrics by Paul Dehn
Sung by Liselotte Malkowsky
[Sally (Julie Harris) sings the song in her club act]
Featured review
I only watched this film because I was determined to spot Patrick McGoohan in an early film role. I watched Laurence Harvey as the aimless, charming character he plays, thinking of his breakthrough role as the surly grasping man at the top. Good old Anton Diffring flashing his gnashers in all their gap-toothed glory. Shelley Winters as an innocent rather than a Vamp. It was all jolly good stuff. I kept wondering where I'd seen the Sally Bowles character before.
My McGoohan moment came and went, he went through a gamut of emotion, exercising his foreign accent in his entrance, quite keen, then looking thoroughly bemused as his part became slapstick, not to say fed up by the last you saw of him. I almost packed the film up at that point, but decided I might as well see the end. It had become a little surreal by then so I was curious to see how they would wrap it up.
In what I would guess would have been the theatrical Third Act, it all became clear. The affable nonsense of the earlier scenes was all thrown into focus by the stark, grim realisation that evil was about to take over the world. The characters each found their own ways to escape or avoid it and I was pleased for all of them. It was in these final scenes that it suddenly dawned on me who Sally Bowles was. She was the timid, tragic victim in one of my favourite ever films: 'The Haunting'. The actress I was always confusing in my mind with Deborah Kerr, as a fragile feminine beauty.
Some readers may now be remarking 'What a dork! It says Julie Harris on the cover!' But I didn't remember this person as Julie Harris. The name meant nothing. I remembered her as poor Eleanor and Eleanor has haunted me for years. I prefer to believe that, rather than me being an unobservant dork, it is a tribute to the talent of Ms Harris that for most of this movie I simply didn't recognise her.
Anyhow, the point is that, but for my compulsion to watch a movie just to see an early bit-part of one favourite, I would never have seen a starring role of another. I find a certain peace in the discovery.
My McGoohan moment came and went, he went through a gamut of emotion, exercising his foreign accent in his entrance, quite keen, then looking thoroughly bemused as his part became slapstick, not to say fed up by the last you saw of him. I almost packed the film up at that point, but decided I might as well see the end. It had become a little surreal by then so I was curious to see how they would wrap it up.
In what I would guess would have been the theatrical Third Act, it all became clear. The affable nonsense of the earlier scenes was all thrown into focus by the stark, grim realisation that evil was about to take over the world. The characters each found their own ways to escape or avoid it and I was pleased for all of them. It was in these final scenes that it suddenly dawned on me who Sally Bowles was. She was the timid, tragic victim in one of my favourite ever films: 'The Haunting'. The actress I was always confusing in my mind with Deborah Kerr, as a fragile feminine beauty.
Some readers may now be remarking 'What a dork! It says Julie Harris on the cover!' But I didn't remember this person as Julie Harris. The name meant nothing. I remembered her as poor Eleanor and Eleanor has haunted me for years. I prefer to believe that, rather than me being an unobservant dork, it is a tribute to the talent of Ms Harris that for most of this movie I simply didn't recognise her.
Anyhow, the point is that, but for my compulsion to watch a movie just to see an early bit-part of one favourite, I would never have seen a starring role of another. I find a certain peace in the discovery.
- Moor-Larkin
- Dec 28, 2005
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- Jag är en kamera
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- Runtime1 hour 38 minutes
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- 1.37 : 1
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