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Affair in Trinidad
Sony Pictures // Unrated // September 23, 2008
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Review by Paul Mavis | posted September 18, 2008 | E-mail the Author
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A disappointment. Sony and Columbia Pictures have released, under their nonsensical Martini Movies line, Affair in Trinidad, a half-baked Caribbean spy thriller/film noir from 1952 that re-teamed the famous Gilda co-stars Rita Hayworth and Glenn Ford. Rita dances a couple of times (to paralyzing effect) and Ford works himself up into an angry, tight sweat throughout, while spies (or saboteurs or gun runners or whatever the hell they are) make things difficult for the photogenic couple - and all to very little effect. You'll remember Rita's bumps and grinds, but that's about it for this whisper-thin exercise in foreign intrigue and romance.

Rita plays Chris Emery, a va-va-va-voom vivacious nightclub dancer and singer who sets Port of Spain, Trinidad on its ear every night at the Caribe Club. After finishing her number, Trinidad Lady (where lush, ample Rita sambas barefoot while putting her hands in that gorgeous red mane of hers and messing it all up while biting that sexy mouth of hers and...um...what was I saying?), she learns from local police inspector Smythe (Torin Thatcher) and American consul Anderson (Howard Wendell), that her artist husband Neal has killed himself down at the docks. Smythe takes this opportunity to question Chris about her closeness to Max Fabian (Alexander Scourby), an ultra-smooth local "fixer" with plenty of dough who's made it quite clear around town that he has the hots for Chris. It seems that Max recently paid Neal an awful lot of money for his questionable paintings, arousing the interest of the suspicious Smythe.

Chris, fed up with the insinuations that she's a tramp, decides to leave Trinidad the next day, but she's stopped by Smythe, who threatens to drag her already dingy good name right through the mud in a messy court case against Fabian - because they have enough evidence (including a witness) to at least harass Fabian over the death of Neal - a death they now believe to be murder, not suicide. What Smythe and Anderson really want, though, is for Chris to go along with their plan to paper over Neal's murder so that Chris can get, ahem, close to Fabian. They suspect Fabian of buying and selling secrets detrimental to the security of Britain (Trinidad was a British colony at the time), but they don't have any real proof. That's where Chris will come in. She reluctantly (and rather illogically) agrees to the plan.

However, complications immediately arise when Chris is confronted by Neal's brother Steve (Glenn Ford), a hotshot pilot who just received a letter from the seemingly happy Neal, offering him a job down in Trinidad. Steve can't understand how Chris could testify in court that Neal was a big downer, and he really can't believe that Neal, according to Chris, didn't touch her for years. Steve smells a big, fat rat with everything going on (including the police's indifference to his suspicions about Neal's "suicide"), but he decides to fall in love with Chris anyway. But her insistence on being close to Fabian sets into motion a series of events that...aren't all that exciting. But Rita does get to dance one more time before the hurried denouement.


Four years before Affair in Trinidad premiered in 1952, Rita Hayworth stunned the movie world when she retired from the silver screen at age 30 to marry millionaire playboy/politician Prince Ali Khan. Somewhere in that sentence the phrase, "...at the height of her career..." is missing, and for good reason. It's generally accepted that Hayworth's career as the preeminent "love goddess" of the 1940s reached its peak with her iconic appearance in 1946's corrosively erotic film noir, Gilda, costarring Glenn Ford. Subsequent film appearances paled in importance, with the financial flop of Orson Welles' 1948 The Lady From Shanghai seriously damaging her already stormy relationship with her boss, tyrannical Columbia studio head, Harry Cohn. After one more appearance with Ford in 1948 (The Loves of Carmen, which made money but which showed her to poor advantage in a stilted costume drama the critics disliked), Hayworth had had enough, and begged off for a break from filming the film adaptation of Born Yesterday. When her marriage fell apart in 1951, Cohn welcomed her back and crafted Affair in Trinidad as her big comeback.

And it certainly worked out that way with the public, who made Affair in Trinidad a big, big box office hit (it even significantly out-grossed its superior inspiration, Gilda). Watching it today, though, it's apparent that Affair in Trinidad is a shaky patch-up job combining elements of better films like Gilda and specifically Hitchcock's Notorious in its rather glum, mechanical plot. It may not have mattered so much that the ideas behind Affair in Trinidad are so paltry, had the filmmakers worked out a consistent level of superficial romantic film noir trappings. However, Affair in Trinidad fails to entertain even on that basic level. In addition to using Hayworth basically as a prop for us to admire sexually, Affair in Trinidad's central motif borrows Notorious' "sex as a tool for espionage" hook as a starting and stopping point for both its plot and character motivation. But where Hitchcock found real depth in Bergman's guilt over actually giving herself sexually to a man she despises, this film states that Rita doesn't actually sleep with Max Fabian. And where Hitchcock increased the complexity of Notorious by implicating Grant in Bergman's downward spiral (he presses her into the situation, and then has the nerve to be offended by her actions when he falls in love with her), Ford doesn't even know Hayworth is working as a spy. His is a simple frustration borne out of intense sexual jealousy; the film humorously has Hayworth's boss, Willot, explain how silly it is for Ford to be jealous of a goddess like Hayworth, because what else is he to expect but for her to be worshipped? Where Hitchcock provided true drama, Affair in Trinidad conjures up pasteboard plot mechanics.

Even worse, except for the two sexually charged dances that Rita executes, and a nicely evocative scene out on a rainy porch, Affair in Trinidad offers precious few noir elements that could have made the film at the very least a superficially enjoyable potboiler. While his houseguests carry a suggestion of perversity (conveyed strictly by exposition) that promises far more than is delivered, the film's main villain, Max Fabian, is sadly lacking in even the most basic noir villain conventions (Scourby is fatally subdued here, and utterly fails to ignite any tension with Ford, unlike the subversive homosexual undertones of Ford's relationship with George Macready in Gilda). Indeed, the whole film seems to promise sultry climes and shuttered blinds, hiding heated, horny sex and violence, but precious little of any of that materializes. Only one scene, where Ford and Hayworth smoke outside on a rainy porch, sizing each other up sexually before they clinch, plays like competent noir. And that's not enough framework on which to hang a whole film. It also doesn't help that the film's screenplay is a vague, plot hole-laden mess that doesn't confuse the viewers as much as bore them to tears. Who actually killed Neal? And more importantly, why? Why does Chris agree to the police's pressure to get involved with Max? She was leaving the island anyway, and her reputation was, it's implied, already sullied by hanging around Fabian. Why not just ride out the trial? Why did Neal really write that letter to Steve? Was Steve's profession as a flyer a factor, once we learn that spies were involved? And what the hell, exactly, are the spies up to? In fact, who the hell are the spies? East Germans? Russians? Nobody seems to know. And forget trying to figure out their plan to set up/occupy/compromise (take your pick) bases to strike the U.S. with the U.S.'s "own weapon" (one would assume the A-bomb). None of this is sufficiently answered to keep our interest - which is bad when we don't even have the simple noir pleasures we're entitled to here.

Of course, we do have Rita Hayworth dancing. And in her two numbers, Lady Trinidad and the agreeably smutty I've Been Kissed Before, we truly see the absolute power that a genuine "love goddess," given the full Hollywood treatment, could exercise over an audience who is deeply involved in objectifying such a beautiful woman. Once Hayworth lost her youthful beauty (which, here in Joseph Walker's careless lighting of her, you can clearly see coming), she became, I've always felt, quite a competent actress (she's excellent in two later 50s favorites of mine: Separate Tables and They Came to Cordura). And you can see that she's trying for something just a little bit outside what's asked of her in Affair in Trinidad (her numb, shocked reaction to her husband's death here isn't bad). But it's obvious by this point, returning after a long four-year hiatus (a life-time in Hollywood), that whatever interest Hayworth may have had in her movie career, is now long gone. She just simply...fails to come to life in her dramatic scenes. It's only in the two dance numbers where you see the years and stress melt away, and the gorgeous, young, vibrant Hayworth come startlingly alive. To say she's "sexy" is an understatement. Watching the highly charged, erotic Hayworth move sensuously across the screen, combining the grace and beauty of a trained dancer with the sexual power of a bump-and-grinder stripper, is more akin to witnessing an elemental force, rather than just a performer executing a production number. At one moment in the Lady Trinidad number, where Hayworth tilts back her head in simulated sexual ecstasy, biting her lip as she grinds to the samba beat, it's easy to come to the conclusion, "This is what sex is all about." Leading into the finale of the number, Hayworth lifts her skirt in a surprisingly coarse manner, in full close-up, as if to say, "Get a real close look at the goods." But unfortunately, as demanded by the strict 1950s Production Code, the close camera stays rigidly above the waist. Promise leads to empty tease. And that disappointing development fairly sums up Affair in Trinidad: a waist-up only film noir.

The DVD:

The Video:
I was quite pleased with the full-screen, 1.33:1 video transfer for Affair in Trinidad. Blacks were for the most part, quite deep, while the gray scale was subtle. I did see some dirt and very minor scratches here and there, along with that sometimes noticeable video grain noise that pops up with these vintage transfers. But the overall image is sharp, with little or no compression issues.

The Audio:
Dolby Digital English and French mono audio tracks are available, and they're quite clean, with only minor hiss and all dialogue clearly heard. English and French subtitles are available, as well as close-captions.

The Extras:
Two Martini Minutes: How to Play the Leading Lady and How to Play the Leading Man are included here. What the hell the are I don't know (actually, they're just clips of other films, with...a recipe for a martini?), but I can do without them. The whole "lounge/martini" faux-Rat Pack thing was played out years ago. So I don't get Sony's hook here. The original trailer is also included.

Final Thoughts:
A distressingly flat knock-off of Gilda and Notorious. Affair in Trinidad promises a lot in its first few anticipatory minutes, what with Rita Hayworth, fresh off a four-year hiatus, bumping and grinding up a storm down in the sweltering Caribbean. But promises aren't kept, and the re-teaming of Hayworth and Ford is a fizzle. A desultory, empty affair in Trinidad. But a rental is required if you want to see what a real woman looks like.

Paul Mavis is an internationally published film and television historian, a member of the Online Film Critics Society, and the author of The Espionage Filmography.

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