Harry Black and the Tiger (1958)

When a tiger takes a penchant for snacking on the locals, it falls to the intrepid "Harry Black" (Stewart Granger) and his sidekick "Bapu" (I. S. Johar) to stop it in it's tracks. Now were that to have been the thrust of the film then it could have been quite a decent adventure movie. As it is, though, it is really only a guise for a rather tepid melodrama that revolves around him and "Christian" (Barbara Rush). She is married to the high-flying "Desmond" (Anthony Steel) and have a young lad "Michael" (Martin Stephens). As the yarn develops, we discover that they have some history and the tin-legged "Black" is turning, increasingly, to the bottle to deal with his frustrations given that she is married to another. Luckily, the tiger is still munching away with impunity and when the young boy might be it's latest meal, there must be renewed focus! Barbara Rush just reminded me of Jean Simmonds the whole time, the young lad was seriously annoying and Steel features only sparingly in what is really just a vehicle for Granger to offer us something of his "Allan Quartermain" from 1950 - when he was on both better form and in better shape. Lots of rather obvious greenscreen - especially when they are driving - and some jungle scenes were you can almost see the cue dots on the studio floor don't help this much, either. Though it is my kind of film, and Granger does have charisma in spades, this is a rather lacklustre romance masquerading as an action film that need only be watched the once, and left me completely in agreement with the tiger!