Gatorman9 This is a classic 1940s/50s lightweight action adventure piece, with all the classic elements: a historical tie-in, small-unit military action, horses, an expedition through a wilderness, a leading man in a classic romanticized leadership mold (here, a U.S. Marine), and of course the love story of two people who get the hots for each other but can't figure out what to do about it except circle and maybe even hiss at each other until a sudden dramatic kiss seals their engagement in the last five seconds of the film. (There was also a certain amount of comic relief, centered in large part around a comic actor or two brought in just for that purpose, as Howard Da Silva, Connie Gilchrist, Grant Withers, and even Lowell Gilmore are here.) It's essentially a formula that was followed countless times during the period, and while the producers could move the setting to anywhere from Louisiana (see, e.g., THE FIGHTING KENTUCKIAN, John Wayne, 1949) to, well, the Shores of Tripoli, for variety, most of them were just westerns, usually set in the Southwestern United States. And for Hollywood in those days, any classic romanticized villain would do, whether it was the Barbary pirates, the staid British Empire in the Battle of New Orleans, or even crooked home-grown American land speculators ready to cheat whoever had money and was handy. This kind of thing was rerun ad infinitum on television when I was growing up and any true TV junkie of the 50's or 60's had seen probably what seemed like at least a couple hundred of these things by the time they finished high school. That's all this movie is or was ever intended to be, and it delivers right down the middle like a strike in bowling alley. As others have observed, the production values and especially the location shooting are excellent for the day, and if you like the late Maureen O'Hara (may she R.I.P.) and John Payne, so much the better. If you are in the mood for such old-fashioned mind candy it is just about perfect, and the only reason I gave it only a six is because by more challenging movie standards it lacks the "edge of the seat" quality needed to bump it up another star. What surprises me is how many of the reviewers on here seem to have no experience with this kind of thing and instead try to analyze it as if it were something made in a much more recent era.I might also add that until the modern (i.e., very modern) era of post-World-War-Two (that means, after 1945, less than 100 years ago) strife broke out in the middle east, there was no particular prejudice against or hatred for Moslems in America or Western Europe generally (at least not for several hundred years, at any rate), who were rather typically regarded as merely different, if not actually exotic or even fascinating. Indeed, as another, especially clever reviewer of this movie on the IMDb suggested, Europeans thought enough of Arabs to adopt their system of numerals (i.e., 1,2,3,4,5, etc., not mention the whole concept of "zero") from them, along with algebra, averages, algorithms (for you computer junkies out there), the name of every star in the sky you could see without a telescope that was worth naming (e.g., Aldebaran, Altair, Deneb, Fomalhaut, etc., etc.) along with any number of words (alcohol, alchemy, admiral, alcove, alfalfa, albatross, azure . . . ) and certainly, LAWRENCE OF ARABIA (1962), an extravaganza about an Englishman who practically tried to turn himself into an Arab during World War One would never have been the immense hit that it was only about 50 years ago. The current trend among a truly ridiculous number of people today towards branding any Moslem as evil is less than 25 years old and is the result of a concerted propaganda campaign straight of of George Orwell's book *1984* -- to get people into line, you first give them a common enemy to hate. (Unfortunately for theses propagandists, too many of us live in a fact-based world, and know that the .001% of the world's 1+ billion Moslems that are terrorists are only a minority of a minority of a minority at best), but then there are always the gullible, the fearful, the paranoid, the hateful, the low, the trashy, and the stupid who will believe anything in order to indulge their appetite for enjoying getting angry.) That kind of mentality had nothing to do with this movie when it came out in 1950.

weezeralfalfa This film dramatizes a significant historical event for the still young United States, in which the US Navy and marines, along with a small army of Egyptian Arabs and Greeks banded together for a combined assault on the Libyan port of Derma, in 1805. This marked the virtual end of the first Barbary pirate war, in which North Africans were taking over American trade ships, taking the cargo and holding the crew as captives for ransom.Lt. O'Bannon(John Payne),"General" Eaton(Herbert Heyes) and exiled former pasha of Libya, Hamet Karamanly(Phillip Reed)retain their historic names. French countess Sheila D'Arneau(Maureen O'Hara)is purely fictional, if a welcomed complication.The land forces did march about 600 miles through Egyptian and Libyan desert, although historically, they began at Alexandria instead of farther up the Nile, as portrayed. During this trip, various hazards, such as sandstorms, unsure water sources, poisoned wells and bickering between the various ethnic groups are portrayed. Hamet is portrayed as accompanying the ragtag army, which provides an excuse for including dancing girls and the countess on the trip. Before beginning the trip, there is an agreement that the Americans will back the reestablishment of Hamet as pasha, if he helps recruit mercenary Arabs for the army. However, during the march, agents of his brother, Yusuf, the ruling pasha, infiltrate the army and bring an offer of sharing the rule of Libya 50-50,if Hamet will renege on the support of the Americans. He agrees to this change of plans(very risky), remarking that "Two allies are better than one, especially if they oppose each other" He learns the detailed plans of the combined army-navy assault, and passes this on to Yusuf's agents. In turn, the countess learns of Hamet's treachery, and rides to warn O'Bannon. Yusuf modifies his defenses to conform with the American's plans. In turn, O'Bannon warns the naval ships of Yusuf's move, by semaphore. Later, after he sees the success of the attack, Hamet changes his mind again, and supports the Americans, whom he hopes will win him the entire kingdom of Libya. Historically, although the Americans took Derma, Hamet never got reinstated. The countess supported Hamet's politics, until he turned traitor to the Americans. Then, she switched her allegiance to the Americans. Through most of the film, she hated O'Bannon, who had insulted her a number of times. Interestingly, when they were hiding behind a small sand dune, they alternatively fought verbally and physically,and kissed. Toward the end, she inexplicably changed her loyalty to O'Bannon, and stuck with it through the battle.During the land battle, O'Bannon led a small group of commandos over the city wall, creating havoc inside, especially in the royal palace. O'Bannon was nearly killed in the collapsing buildings during the naval bombardment. The way he beat off the interfering Arabs outside and inside the palace reminded me of John Wayne at the Alamo, or Errol Flynn as Robin Hood: cartoonish. Historically, it's reported that O'Bannon fought bravely.Incidentally, the Americans never did take Tripoli in this war, which is where Yusuf actually was. It was considered too well defended to take without considerably more investment in ships and army personnel. Yusuf actually sent reinforcements to Derma, that arrived too late to prevent its fall, but these troops nearly recaptured the city.All in all, not a bad viewing experience, with a mix of negotiating, action, humor, and flag waving, in a reasonably historically accurate portrayal. As expected, Maureen was a definite plus, both on her own, and in her confrontations with Payne.Available at YouTube.

Tracy Winters The audience gets jipped out of seeing an interesting film because Hollywood is too busy writing checks for unnecessary production values that cost the studio a small mint.See the oxen, camels, and fake palm trees as John Payne runs around trying not to look too embarrassed wearing his marching band hat. Meanwhile, Maureen O'Hara does her spitting and grunting shtick as she scowls through the whole flick (as usual). Mostly boring with few script directions.Hollywood put a lot of effort into these silly costume adventures because the producers are all deadheads with a penchant for wasting time and money.

Robert J. Maxwell Every movie set in the Near East in the 40s and 50s had to have an interlude featuring dancing girls. I've always reveled in them. These are typical. Set to Lucien Cailliet's imaginative stereotypical score (oboes and drums), these half-dozen beauties whirl around and suffer abdominal contractions out of Martha Graham, followed by diaphanous veils and whatnot, but discretely dressed in harem pants and bustiers. No pipiks allowed.It's 1805 and the Barbary Pirates along the North African coast have been harassing ships plying the Mediterranean. President Jefferson decides to put a stop to it by barricading their port and sends a few naval ships and a detachment of US Marines to the shores of Tripoli. John Payne is picked to lead the group. Their uniforms are splashy enough to coagulate your eyeballs.So is Maureen O'Hara as the fiancée of the local sheik from whom Marine Lieutenant John Payne must recruit mercenaries to attack the outpost at Derne, overlooking Tripoli. She's stunning in her pastel gowns, orange flame lipstick, and eyelashes long enough to dust venetian blinds. Her comic sidekick is Connie Gilchrest, whose haimische New York accent no one tried to fix, thank God. Lieutenant Payne has the requisite earthy sergeant, Grant Withers, but it's the Victor McLaughlin role and Grant Withers looks and acts like he's been holding hands with a bottle for the past thirty years.Maureen O'Hara, outstanding in a few movies, including "Our Man in Havana," overacts outrageously, but then the director appears to have ordered everyone to overact, so the obviousness assumes a style of its own. If O'Hara is voicing an opinion that sounds suspicious and underhanded to Payne, he doesn't merely glance at her. He frowns, squints and stares directly at her for as long as she speaks. She's sassy, as usual, but the hero helps her find her identity as a compliant mate, as usual. If it isn't John Wayne it's John Payne.O'Hara's figure is fictional, delightfully so, but Presley O'Bannon was real, and so was the commander of the detachment, William Eaton, whose title was Naval Agent to the Barbary States. The titles matched the uniforms. In fact, the story, glamorized and given a commercial sheen in the Hollywood style of the period, sticks fairly close to historical fact, overlooking the occasional irritating inconsistencies that are found in real life. As in history, Payne hires a hundred or so mercenaries who turn out to be a mixed bag of Arabs and Greeks who don't like each other much.Situation report. I was never much of a technical writer and realize the observations above are a little entropic so let me summarize. Half way through the movie, John Payne is leading this motley of Arabs, Greek mercenaries, and ten Marines across the sand dunes of north Africa, with the intention of deposing the miserable wretch who is pirating our ships in the Mediterranean. Maureen O'Hara has her eyes on the wealthy Arab leader but Payne doesn't want her along and has forced her to travel with the "dancing girls." Payne and O'Hara hate each other but the discerning viewer knows how it will work out. There are the usual hazards of journeying across the desert -- lack of water, sandstorms, haboobs, intrigues, shifting allegiances. Some nice location shooting, apparently somewhere near Palm Springs. The model work and special effects are quite good too for the period.The ragtag army finally reaches the sea and gratefully draws supplies from the ships of the US Navy. The plan is to bombard the fort at Derna into submission, then have Payne and his unit charge into the rubble and mop things up. The great battle takes place.But guess what? The Arabs were a clever bunch. (They invented soap in the Middle Ages, but also algebra, an Arabic word, a dirty trick for which they can never be forgiven.) And here, just as the enemy seems about to lose Derna to the Marines, the Arabs break out thousands of hand grenades based on NUCLEAR FISSION and they blow Payne and his attackers to pieces, the disjecta membra thrown into the sea. And when the Arabs are done ravishing Maureen O'Hara, and event that has left her incandescent with pleasure, she too is flung off a cliff to the waiting Kraken. It's a tragedy, true, but an exceptionally light-hearted one.