Somewhere Over the Ocean Blue One recent afternoon, as the heat crept up the sides of the verdant foothills, I chanced to watch the very last film of one, Skelton Knaggs. He of the ugliest of the liver damaged wing watchers. He passed on to the fields of Oberon before the film was released, but his visage lighted the battlements of it in fantabulous color and Cinemascope. He had no dialog, but was there to add what paltry finesse he could to the proceedings. It is a kind of Robert Louis Stevens-ish buck swashler with a beauteous score by Miklos Rozsa and a half hearted direction by Fritz Lang, who seemed to spend not too much time on it, but wanted to get in line for a ticket on a sea voyage homeward bound. It starred Stewart Granger whom I have always enjoyed because he was a leading man who did not care if his hair was turning gray. Avast me hardies, and give 'em lead!
Review of Moonfleet
