yet another attempt a la casablanca to whip up excitement by place a homely middle age american among exotic foreigner and this might have be tolerable have they just lose the dull and abrasive george raft altogether and make the ultrafoxy turhan bey the lead man from the beginning . a it be and the film light up the moment this dazzling hunk make his first appearance a a clerk behind a tobacconist counter and and the entire first half of the film that go before seem like a hopeless waste . and that with peter lorre . after lorre go and forget it and you can stop the tape .