What a waste of my time!!!

The Worst Film Ever

It's fun, it's light, [but] it has a hard time when its tries to get heavy.

If you're interested in the topic at hand, you should just watch it and judge yourself because the reviews have gone very biased by people that didn't even watch it and just hate (or love) the creator. I liked it, it was well written, narrated, and directed and it was about a topic that interests me.

About a decade before the chain of fast food restaurants started, Maria Montez disguised dashing hero Jon Hall in clown makeup to hide his identity from evil baron Douglas Dumbrille. It's an ironic twist that adds more unintentional camp in one of a dozen similarly themed films where Montez is unaware of the fact that she's of royal blood and thus the subject of a greedy and lustful desire from Dumbrille who only need dispatch Hall to reach the subject of his sinister ambitionI've seen a good majority of Montez's films, and she's not the most subtle of performers, an exotic beauty with the stereotypical Latina temperament and the sex appeal to match. Equally attractive Jon Hall is paired with her in a good majority of these films, and if bland in the non-action scenes is still appropriately heroic. Wasted in important but underdeveloped parts are Leo Carrillo and Gale Sondergaard, more sly here than sinister. Peter Coe is a male version of the characters that Myrna Loy and later Rita Moreno played, that of the rejected live interest who becomes self sacrificing as they realize that they have no chance with the person they are desperately in love with.As colorful and pleasing as many other similar swashbuckling adventures, this must have been something on the big screen. But in comparison to the other films that Montez made, it's rather ordinary. Perhaps because of the lack of humorous supporting characters makes it a bit of a disappointment, although it's certainly not bad. A musical number where imprisoned gypsies start to sing and dance out of nowhere is the camp highlight, while a final chase scene brings the much needed excitement. Droll Nigel Bruce comes on briefly as a rather flibbertigibbet sheriff. Dumbrille, who played many similar characters, chews the scenery with no shame, while Montez tones it down, making her more of a feisty pussycat rather than the gypsy wildcat.

Copyright 28 July 1944 by Universal Pictures Co., Inc. New York opening at the Criterion: 5 October 1944. U.S. release: 1 September 1944. U.K. release: 1 January 1945. Australian release: 29 March 1945. 8 reels. 6,744 feet. 75 minutes.SYNOPSIS: Murderous Baron Tovar menaces a gypsy band but agrees to set them free if the beauteous Carla will marry him.NOTES: Universal seems to have something against Maria Montez. Despite the Universal- acclaimed Queen of Technicolor's really enormous popularity (she, together with Abbott and Costello, are credited with saving Universal from bankruptcy), her movies are being re-issued on DVD at a snail-like pace. COMMENT: Breathtakingly directed by Roy William Neill with all the gratuitous violence and dizzying camera-work for which this director is noted — plus a typical standout climax. Striking photography by the world's greatest Technicolor craftsman, Duke Greene, a rousing music score by Edward Ward, and a screenplay in which James M. Cain and Joseph Hoffman took a hand (let's hope that neither of these worthies contributed the labored scenes of low comic relief). The acting, however, is not quite as forceful as we might expect. Dumbrille, for instance, is a big disappointment as the villain. It is a role right up his alley but he seems to have been bored with it, only coming to life in the latter part of the film. Mr. Bois' comic relief is just as tiresome as we had remembered it, but fortunately he disappears for quite a long stretch. Mr. Bruce is just as wearisome but fortunately his role is very small and he does at least bring out the worst (in a good sense) of Dumbrille. Neill's direction is not nearly as dizzy or as violent as I remembered: the climax is not all that exciting; the atmosphere is Hollywood hoke. Script and dialogue have none of the ploys or passion associated with James M. Cain. But the music score has a bit of spurious gypsy romance and the Technicolor photography is chocolate-box pretty and Miss Montez is attractive even if her co- stars (Coe and Hall) are not."Ride, gypsies, ride!" exclaims the trailer, "to the thundering call of wild adventure!" What with "wild gypsy music to heat the blood" and "flashing eyes to tempt a saint", this "rousing tale of romance and adventure" features a Maria Montez, "more tantalizing, more alluring, more bewitching." And the visuals certainly prove the announcer's point. In her colorful gypsy dresses, Maria looks set to raise the Romany rye. You'd think every picture-goer worth his/her salt would rush the ticket office. I would. They don't make trailers like this any more.

Gypsy Wildcat has both the pluses and minuses usually associated with the type of unsophisticated but colourful adventures associated with the Universal screen team of Maria Montez and Jon Hall.The story line is incredibly lame (incredible than James M. Cain is somehow associated with it), with many of the attempts at humour painful, at best. On the other hand, a good print of this film can truly be a visual joy. This silly film about gypsies and corrupt barons has rich Technicolor and is consistently a pleasure for the eye.And that includes the cast. Maria Montez was a beauty, no doubt, and even if no one will ever accuse her of being a good actress, somehow her exotic appeal, flashing eyes and grade school dialogue delivery seem very right for this kind of campy material.Jon Hall, whose career highlight as an actor was seven years before when John Ford guided him to an effective performance in The Hurricane, looks dashing, in an Errol Flynn-kind of way, though he certainly lacked Flynn's flair and personality. As long as he isn't dressed as a clown (which, incredibly, he actually is in a couple of scenes), he's a decent leading man.The film's second noteworthy virtue, along with its rich Technicolor and two stars, is an above average supporting cast of character actors. Peter Coe, as a gypsy in love with Montez and always helping her, doesn't make much of an impression. Leo Carrillo and Gale Sondergaard both look good, at least, even if their roles aren't much.Douglass Dumbrille is his usual smarmy self as the film's chief villain, an autocratic official imprisoning the gypsies, but offering them their freedom if gypsy wildcat Montez will marry him. But the best of all comes when the film is nearing its end, with the typically endearing and bumbling performance of Nigel Bruce. Bruce brings this film its most successful moments of humour, and it's a joy to watch the man best remembered today as Dr. Watson in the Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes films as he pretty much steals every scene he's in.I'm happy to report that Gypsy Wildcat has a genuinely exciting climax, with director Roy William Neill (or was it a second unit director?) bringing a sense of fun and zest to a wild coach chase sequence. The sequence is also partially played for laughs, with hero Hall on horseback pursuing the coach, while inside that coach a bumbling Nigel Bruce is trying to marry Montez to Dumbrille.The sequence is quite beautifully edited, as well as photographed and if what precedes it is not exactly the stuff of a Michael Curtiz epic over at Warner Brothers, this sequence partially compensates for that.Overall, for those who enjoy unsophisticated undemanding adventure films of this kind, Gypsy Wildcat will probably satisfy them. It's a colourful time waster and an escape, which was, after all, its original intention when it was first released for 1944 wartime audiences. In that respect, the film still succeeds.

No one said it was going to be a special thing, but seeing a screening of this incredibly and unexpectedly entertaining, albeit highly improbable, TECHNICOLOR yarn truly was special. Of the so-called Universal "Tits & Sand" Maria Montez Easterns, GYPSY WILDCAT was a departure in that there was very little, if any, sand. "Lush" is the first thing I would say in describing the effect of seeing this gorgeous, no, breath-taking print (screened in Bay City, MI) in color like I'd never seen before. Maria Montez keeps on most of her clothes, even managing to keep the mid-riff covered for much of the running time, and although she isn't much of an actress, she is gorgeous (no, breath-taking!), and she knows how to handle the stuff they've laid out for her to do. Jon Hall operates at a more active, swashbuckling level, and he seems to be having a much better time than a lot of the others in the cast, although I'm not so sure he carries the action so much as the action carries him along on a sort of Errol Flynn-school bubble. When the camera is not fixed on this couple, the entire film is sort of passed along from character actor to character actor, as if they are passing off the baton. Taking things mighty seriously are Leo Carillo and especially Gale Sondergaard, who literally runs the show for the entire climactic gypsy revolt sequence. Her craftsmanlike control during this portion of the film is as much a special effect from these escapist Montez vehicles as the technicolor, or the star's costume changes for Montez. The money went into the color, and the spectacle went into the colorful costuming (by Vera West, who apparently threw open the circus trunks). For all its technicolor marvel, GYPSY WILDCAT isn't a heavily populated opus, nor are the sets terribly unique to any one genre (or film), in fact, it was a losing effort trying to figure out GYPSY WILDCAT's intended time period. I love how James M. Cain has the screenplay credit, with additional dialogue by Joseph Hoffman. All I want to know is, what screenplay, and what additional dialogue? But no matter, it is a fun picture. Douglas Dumbrille and Peter Coe are also quite serious about their very different assignments, and both leave you wishing they'd had larger roles, especially the unexpectedly dashing Coe, who gets to share a few smoldering shots with Montez before Hall shows up. Best of all, Nigel Bruce sputters forth the ham like company's comin' for dinner, and lucky for us he does! Just when the great Nigel seems to be on the verge of silliness, he grabs that baton and leads the picture into the exciting finish! Go, GYPSY WILDCAT!