It occurred to me, watching THE GOLDEN VOYAGE OF SINBAD at the Glasgow Film Theatre yesterday, that the sorcerer Koura (Tom Baker) is a self-portrait by filmmaker/animator/VFX wizard Ray Harryhausen. All Koura’s proper magic tricks, the stuff that isn’t just pyrotechnics, involves breathing life into inanimate matter — a couple of mandrake roots, a ship’s figurehead, and a big-ass statue of Kali. But every time he does it, he gets older. Such is the life of the stop-motion animator.
(In SEVENTH VOYAGE the sorcerer is called Sakura, in GOLDEN VOYAGE he’s shrunk to Koura, and by this logic in EYE OF THE TIGER ought to be called KOO or RA, instead of Zenobia, but logic is not the predetermining factor here.)
Enjoyed the film more than before, partly a function of the big screen experience. When I was a kid it was something of a Holy Grail, because it never seemed to show up on TV, unlike 7TH, which scared the crap out of me at an early age — switching the channel to escape the Cyclops’ gaze was perilous, because in those pre-remote-control days at our house, you had to approach the TV to turn it off. And the TV had a giant Cyclops on it. The last thing I wanted to do was approach it. Talos in JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS had a similar effect.
Harryhausen had obviously been pleased by the result of Talos, a statue who comes to life, mimicking the creative process of the filmmaker, and so he repeats it three times in this movie — late Harryhausen tends to repeat and sometimes refine earlier hits. This procedure allows Ray to reverse the death scenes that he’s so good at — the slow pangs by which the Homunculus comes alive are extremely striking and had me transfixed (great chirruping sound effects too, “squawking like a pink monkey bird”). The ship’s figurehead waking up and tearing itself free of the prow is a great, uncanny moment, and I love the thing’s doltish, uncomprehending stare as it scans the strange new world it finds itself in.
The only really big death in this one is reserved for the cyclopean Centaur (Ray always decorates his creatures with stray horns and features from rival myths), and that’s bloody and agonising — WAY too much for a kids’ film, and I bet kids love it, the vicious little bastards. Or are terrified and daren’t approach the TV, falling back on the modern Hey, Presto! of the remote.
The actors are mostly second-choice material but do well. John Philip Law is adept at the same WTF expression sported by the Figurehead. Caroline Munro, who was in attendance and ruefully admitted to being second choice after Raquel Welch, is sultry and manages to look like she’s thinking even when the script suggests few thoughts. There’s practically no love story — Brian Clemens’ script invents a single moment where Munro expresses gratitude that Law pursued her and not the treasure — but in fact, he never had any choice, so it’s not the emotional clue she thinks it is.
The warmest relationship is between Achmed the flunky (Takis Emmanuel) and his master, Koura (Tom Baker). Achmed’s like a stereotypical Jewish mother to his boss. As a kid, the fact that Baker was in this was a great enticement, and then when I saw it I was disappointed. But on the big screen, Baker is pretty great. I think Gordon Hessler’s so-so shooting and cutting is to some extent mitigated by the larger screen. And then the greater intimacy of the TV allowed Baker to triumph as the Doctor in Doctor Who — the only time the part’s been played by an actual alien.
Best performance is by Martin Shaw, in a meaningless sidekick role, just with his eyes. Bad hair as always, but good eyes.
Orson Welles turned down the role of the Oracle, so they hired Robert Shaw, the guy who burned down Orson’s house. Gordon Hessler was maybe the weakest director Ray ever hired, though Sam Wanamaker could give him a run for his lack of money. Miklos Rosza is trying to do his usual epic thing with a decimated orchestra. Despite all this, at its high points the film bestowed at least one of the gifts of the mythic Fountain of Destiny, restoring its greying Glasgow audience to youth.
THE GOLDEN VOYAGE OF SINBAD stars Pygar; Victoria Regina Phibes; Rasputin; Nayland Smith; Banquo; King Brob; Rafi; Goof, Zachary Shot; and Quint.