That was an excellent one.

Excellent, Without a doubt!!

Absolutely Fantastic

A Masterpiece!

Copyright 19 November 1951 by British Lion Film Corp. A London Film Production, presented by Sir Alexander Korda. U.S. release through United Artists: 11 July 1953. New York opening simultaneously at the Astor and the Fine Arts: 15 May 1952. U.K. release through British Lion: 25 February 1952. Australian release through London Films/Universal-International: 21 August 1952. 9,225 feet. 102 minutes. Censored to 8,981 feet (less than 100 minutes) including Censorship Certificate — "Not Suitable for Children" — in Australia. Cut to 93 minutes in the U.S.A.SYNOPSIS: An unprincipled English swindler's consuming passion for a native girl leads him to betray his friends. Setting: An island in the Far East. — Copyright summary.COMMENT: A lavish historical spectacle. Unfortunately, the conclusion is unsatisfactory and the picture could stand some trimming. It's a shame that the pace and the exotically heady atmosphere of the film's best scenes was not maintained. It's when the characters try to use some of Conrad's original dialogue that the film falls down. Wisely, however, Reed decided to eliminate all Kerima's speech in the editing stage. We never hear her voice. This adds rather than detracts from her mysterious appeal, and allows her beautifully expressive, sultry face to convey her emotions unhindered.Trevor Howard seems convincing and the support cast is strong (Wilfrid Hyde-White treats us to another incisive portrait), but Sir Ralph Richardson delivers his lines in his usual throwaway style — which is not always appropriate.For all its minor defects, "An Outcast of the Islands" will bowl any audience over with its stunning visual delights. The superlative camera-work is often abetted by marvelous film editing. Did you notice that Howard and the river-boy never appear on-screen together? I didn't.OTHER VIEWS: Working on the same plan as he did throughout production of "The Third Man" with two complete technical crews, Carol Reed successfully directed "Outcast of the Islands". This plan is a simple one — for the crews. One camera unit lines up a shot, lights the set and Carol Reed steps in to direct the scene. Meanwhile, the second camera unit on another stage is lining up and lighting for a different scene. Reed hurries from one to another. Production experts estimate that a total of over four weeks' studio shooting time is saved by this method thus saving overheads to a considerable amount. When Reed is concentrating on a lengthy scene with one unit, the other crew busy themselves with inserts and traveling Matte shots. Apart from the physical energy consumed during a day lasting from 8.30am to 7.15pm in the studio, Carol Reed's mental activity is superlative. He appears to switch from scene to scene quite readily; can adapt his mind to completely different technical and emotional problems connected with his script.The director spends his whole lunch break viewing the previous day's work in the studio theater and when floor work is over for the day hurries off to the cutting rooms to consult with editor, Bert Bates, about the work on the film to date. — Studio Publicity.

I had no idea before watching that OUTCAST OF THE ISLANDS was based on a novel by Joseph Conrad; I might have avoided watching it had I known. I'm not a fan of Conrad after I struggled to read HEART OF DARKNESS, which I found pretentiously written and a chore to struggle through. OUTCAST OF THE ISLANDS explores a tale that sees the author on familiar ground, telling of an ordinary man driven out of his mind by the wild passions of the exotic Far East.The film is set in and around some trading ports in an unnamed Eastern country, probably Malaya or the like. Trevor Howard plays a roguish character who begins the film by being sacked and then takes up a new position in another location, where he quickly falls for the charms of a native woman. Robert Morley has a splendid role as a stuffy ex-pat who crosses swords with Howard and the 'hammock' scene is by far the most memorable of the film.Sadly, the rest of it is a bit of a bore. The ending is dramatic but it takes a long time to get there and it doesn't help that the writers give you nobody to root for. Ralph Richardson appears in the production so infrequently that he might as well be in a cameo. As ever, watching a bunch of British actors "browned up" to play natives dates this quite considerably. I like Howard when I've seen him in the likes of THE CLOUDED YELLOW but his hateful character here is too off-putting. I know Carol Reed made some well-remembered films but this certainly isn't one of them.

A batty colonial Third Man, as raffish thief Trevor Howard winds up at a trading outpost, where he falls for a female warrior (Kerima) and proceeds to betray his best friend (Ralph Richardson). This strange, intense drama – complete with broad comic interludes – lacks a consistency of tone, oscillates between profundity and pomposity (though some of the commentary on imperialism is fascinating) and is too low-budget to realise its ambitions, leading to continuity problems and some iffy back-projection. But it has a whole deck of wild cards that make it a must-see for fans of classic British film. Where else would you get to watch Robert Morley trussed up in a cocoon-like hammock, swinging, whooping above a bonfire? Or Richardson – in full Captain Birdseye make-up – trudging up a mountain, unsure whether to shoot or lecture his protégé? Indeed, much of the acting has to be seen to be believed, with a masterclass in madness from Howard, a poignant part from Richardson, Morley's bilious turn as a barking, greedy trader, and one of Wendy Hiller's rare film appearances: impossibly touching, in what could have been a hackneyed part, as the unhappily-married woman looking to trade in one bastard for another. Strange, then, that Reed sometimes gets sidetracked with devious George Coulouris (a Mancunian of Greek heritage, wearing a lot of slap) and his band of colonial rebels – a supporting story that's a bit too simplistic to really engage. This Conrad adaptation is a film of rough edges and odd diversions, but it's very interesting, and at it's best, it's just great.

As art I rate this the single greatest movie I've ever seen. Not for those with a weak stomach. An incredible performance by Robert Morley as a man driven insane by hate. The hatred is directed at Trevor Howard who's inner demons lead him to destruction. This film has a cast of cannibalistic natives who consider murder a recreational sport.