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- The film 1

that grew in Irish soil ..

Jane Wyman in "Here Comes the Groom."

NO RESTING PLACE (Riarro: Certificate U) Director : Paul Rotha AFTER phoney Irish films at last we have got the real thing. Paul Rotha has made a picture that looks as though it has really grown out of the soil.

With him in this successful venttire is producer Colin Leslie, who has written his script around the feud between an Irish tinker (Michael Gough) and a member of the Civic Guard (Noel Purcell).

Paul Rotha relates with strict objectivity the conflict between "the travelling man" as they like to be called (bitterly resenting the term "tinker") and the law, which has its hands full trying to keep track of them.

Michael Gough, one of the few professional actors in the cast. makes thy tinker a credible three-dimensional man tender father, devoted husband. truculent drunk and persistent law-breaker, with a native dignity and a terrible gift of invective and repartee that leaves the police speechless.

The whole film, with the minimum of indoor shots, was made in ten weeks among the Wicklow hills, with gifted Hungarian Wolfgang Suschitzky behind the camera.

Now "No Resting Place" goes off to the Venice Film Festival. It should be able to hold its own among the best films there.

HERE COMES THE GROOM (Pius: Certificate U) Director : Frank Capra RING Crosby in one of his happiest "-." moods as an American correspondent in Paris who lands in New York with a couple of French war orphans and tries to persuade a much-neglected fiancee (Jane Wyman). who plans to marry a millionaire on the rebound, to take them-and him-instead.

A song or two, an unseen orchestra or Iwo, some smooth work by Franchot Tone. and some rough stuff by Alexis Smith-it all helps to make a pleasantly genial picture whose end can be seen a mile off.

HOTEL SAHARA (ODEON. LEICESTER SQUARE: Certificate U) Director: Ken Anakin WITHOUT any reservation welcome to Peter Ustinov as a new comedian to the British screen. Although he is no screen novice (remember how badly cast he was in " Private Angelo "2) this is the first time he has been served with a script to suit him and with a role that he can carry off triumphantly.

From first to last he wears a tarboosh-an obese, short-winded, distracted owner of a hotel unlucky enough to he caught up in the tangle of the North African campaign when the situation was " fluid' and opposing factions were likely to appear at any moment.

All of which happens here. First the Italians; then the British; with the Germans close behind them and the French taking their turn next and, although we don't see them, the logical follow-up by the Americans.

With Yvonne de Carlo as his bride-to-be and Mireille Perrey (her mother) determined to keep the hotel safe at all costs ("at what a sacrifice," moans Ustinov as he watches the hospitality being stretched to its limits) the fun sparkles like champagne.

Patrick Kirwan and George H. Brown wrote the witty script, and no doubt thought up the various musical motifs that herald the sweep of tank and jeep across the desert (s'` Voanl)k.yrie" for the Germans, and o David Tomlinson, Roland Culver, Albert Leiven, Guido Lorraine, Eugene Deckers, neatly point the national features of their respective countries, and as Yusef, the majordomo whose job it is to have the necessary flags ready and the pictures of Mussolini, Churchill, Hitlerand Napoleon-ready for every change of visitor, Ferdy Mayne is a silent joke all to himself.

GRACE CONWAY




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