Cannot believe I watched the whole thing. I must have done it out of admiration for its director, Phil Karlson, who, at his best, helmed some great fifties noir like "Brothers Rico" and "Kansas City Confidential" and, at his worst, churned out crapola like this.
Nothing works. Neither the Mitchum/Martinelli pairing nor the cut rate safari movie, featuring a scenery chewing Jack Hawkins, that occupies the first three fourths. And the last fourth, with a magenta hued leopard loose in a German city, has to be the feeblest attempt at a disaster flic, well, ever. (The only victim is some schlubby janitor.) Throw in a banal screenplay with tiresome exchanges regarding loss of virility and killing animals versus trapping them and one of Elmer Bernstein's lesser scores (basically repetitions the title theme) and you can see why this thing teeters on the edge of awful. Give it a generous C minus 'cause Hawaii does a good job as Malaysia's stunt double and it was Sabu's penultimate film (the guy died way too young) and his sad smile is the only affecting thing in it. C minus.
Nothing works. Neither the Mitchum/Martinelli pairing nor the cut rate safari movie, featuring a scenery chewing Jack Hawkins, that occupies the first three fourths. And the last fourth, with a magenta hued leopard loose in a German city, has to be the feeblest attempt at a disaster flic, well, ever. (The only victim is some schlubby janitor.) Throw in a banal screenplay with tiresome exchanges regarding loss of virility and killing animals versus trapping them and one of Elmer Bernstein's lesser scores (basically repetitions the title theme) and you can see why this thing teeters on the edge of awful. Give it a generous C minus 'cause Hawaii does a good job as Malaysia's stunt double and it was Sabu's penultimate film (the guy died way too young) and his sad smile is the only affecting thing in it. C minus.