SEVEN SEAS TO CALAIS (1963)

Plymouth, England, 1577. A man is attempting to smuggle a map of New World port cities where the Spanish have hidden gold reserves. He is killed in the streets but manages to give the map to passerby Malcolm Marsh (Keith Michell) and tells him with his dying breath to get the map to notorious explorer and privateer Francis Drake (Rod Taylor, pictured)—privateer here seems to mean a pirate who mostly attacks ships from the enemy of his country. Marsh manages to get to Drake who decides to take his men and sail around South America to grab the gold. Marsh becomes his chief assistant and falls in love with Arabella, a member of the Queen's court. Queen Elizabeth (Irene Worth) tells the Spanish ambassador that she opposes any of Drake's activities, but in secret is bankrolling his trip in exchange for some of the booty. While becalmed near the tip of South America, there are stirrings of a mutiny which Drake and Marsh put down. Eventually, they get hold of some gold and fraternize with the Incas while back in England, pining Arabella gets mixed up with Babington (Terence Hill, billed early in his career by his birth name, Mario Girotti) who is plotting with King Philip of Spain to assassinate the Queen and replace her with her imprisoned rival Mary of Scotland. When Drake returns, he tries to foil Babington's plot and is then tasked with fighting off the Spanish Armada—and as anyone who knows the phrase "Spanish Armada" will realize, the British are victorious.

This is probably total historical hogwash, but as an under-budgeted costume adventure film, sort of on a par with the Italian sword-and-sandal films of the era, it's satisfying enough. Rod Taylor carries the whole thing on his capable shoulders, making Drake a cocky, fun, and laid-back sort of fellow, with a goatee that makes him look quite saucy, in the tradition of swashbuckler actors like Errol Flynn; he would appear the same year in Hitchcock's The Birds. Keith Michell is similarly personable, and quite handsome, as his young buddy. Irene Worth plays the Queen like a slyboots character who wouldn't be out of place at Downton Abbey. Edy Vessel as Arabella and Terence Hill as Babington are fine. The sword fights are quite well done, feeling more real and less staged than similar scenes in older movies. The passage of time is not dealt with clearly, partly due to some oddly abrupt scene transitions. The first time this happened, early on, I attributed it to a choppy print, but it happened a few more times so I think it must have been deliberate. The director, Rudolph Maté (When Worlds Collide) was at the end of his career, and though his best work was as a cinematographer (Stella Dallas, Foreign Correspondent, Gilda), this does not display much visual flair. Some viewers dock this movie points for its obvious use of miniatures, but for me, that's part of the suspension of disbelief that we always engage in. No classic, but it sure is Saturday matinee fun. [TCM]