Jean Martet's title for his play ' Men Without a Past ' is much better than the film's title, as we know next to nothing about the five men trapped in a contract to be in a Sahara outpost. Isolated in the wilderness of sand they tease and torment themselves playing games for money, and one of them a speciality in mental cruelty ' buys ' a letter from one of them giving a month's pay for it, then teases its impulsive seller with its possibly incriminating ( sexual ? ) content, not revealing who sent it. These scenes were the highlight of the film, and the visible and often spoken about need for female company. This does arrive in a bus of three prostitutes to satisfy them, and clearly these women go from outpost to outpost. Most of this happens in the first 50 minutes in the film, and the breakdown tension between the men in their own particular interior cells of isolation is finely acted and the film excellently directed by Seth Holt. Sadly I thought the arrival of Carroll Baker, superb though she is as an actor, fell into the usual female among too many men scenario and the poor ending played out as a variation of Fritz Lang's version of Zola's ' La Bete Humaine ' called ' Human Desire ' ( an underrated film, better in my opinion than the Jean Renoir version. ) The cast were uniformly excellent with Peter Van Eyck standing out as the so-called tough commander of the rest, using his power over the others so as to perversely conceal his inner pain. Carroll Baker fell into too many stereotypes of heterosexual fantasy for my taste, playing the morally ' loose ' woman who deserves punishment and consequently the last half of the film, after her literally accidental arrival, drifts into melodrama. The pure drama of the first brilliant half dissipated because of this, and so did my interest.
Review of Station Six Sahara
