
A while back, John Hocking suggested that I watch this
movie, and I'm very glad he did. Somehow, I'd never seen any of the Mr. Moto
movies, at least that I remember, and I've still never read any of the books by
John P. Marquand. I might have to remedy that, too, although I have a hunch the
books are considerably different from the movies.
Anyway, like THE MOLE PEOPLE last week, MR. MOTO TAKES A CHANCE is pure pulp
adventure. You've got a plucky aviatrix played by Rochelle Hudson (Wotta
babe!—although her jodhpurs could have been a little less baggy, if you know
what I mean). You've got a couple of American newsreel cameramen, one stalwart
and two-fisted (Robert Kent), the other reasonably tough but also serving as
the comedy relief (Chick Chandler). You've got an ancient civilization ruled by
a sleazy rajah in the jungles of Southeast Asia. You've got an evil high priest
and the ruins of an old temple. You've got henchmen, revolutions, sword fights,
hidden passages, disguises, double- and triple-crosses, and most important of
all, to sort it all out you've got "archeologist" (really intelligence
agent) Mr. Moto, played by Peter Lorre.
This one rambles along for a while, but once the action starts it's non-stop,
culminating in a huge battle in and around the temple with machine guns. The
photography is excellent, and there are quite a few shots that look like they
could have been covers on issues of THRILLING ADVENTURES or SPICY ADVENTURES,
including one of Hudson tied to a pillar in the temple with her shirt ripped
off one shoulder. Hubba-hubba!
Despite what they may sound like, none of these comments are intended as
ironic, post-modern snark. You know me. I'm absolutely sincere in my love of
this stuff. Watching MR. MOTO TAKES A CHANCE made me feel like I was twelve
years old again, sitting cross-legged on the floor in my parents' living room
on a Saturday afternoon, watching the movie on Channel 11 on our old
black-and-white TV, interspersed with commercials for the drag races at Green
Valley Raceway and Monday night wrestling at the North Side Coliseum. I need to
watch more Mr. Moto movies. I know I can't retreat completely into adolescence,
but more and more, it's nice to visit.