If there were such a position as Poet Laureate of the Second World War then Rene Clement would surely be a strong candidate for office. Beginning with La Bataille du rail at the very end of hostilities he returned to it in Le pere tranquil, Jeux Interdits and Paris, Brule-e-til. Les Maudits is arguably the star in his crown albeit he 'borrowed' the idea of hell as other people from Sartre and it's hardly new to use a small space as a microcosm of a larger society nevertheless - and without the use of major stars - he is able to rack up the tension like the master he is in this Henri Jeanson scripted tale of what might be called a Ship Of Foils, a mixed bag of Nazis, businessmen, mistresses etc all for one reason or another anxious to get to South America via submarine at the tail-end of the war. They make two stops en route, once to hijack a doctor after one of the passengers is injured and once in Africa where Marcel Dalio - the sole 'name' in the cast - has a warehouse. Clement skillfully builds the atmosphere and explores the conflicts that inevitably develop and offers no respite. It might be a typical Hollywood 'bomber-crew' movie but it is far from a Hollywood ending. Excellent.
Review of The Damned
