An Excellent Example Of Cinematic Art Of The Sclock Genre !!!

Michael Powell's Contraband (1940) (aka Blackout) is a British WWII propaganda film, a less than mediocre schlock production that suggests just how rapidly, and sloppily the Brits were cranking out wartime propaganda to quell the well founded fears of the British public about a German invasion in the early years of the war.

The screenplay by Emeric Pressburger is just a patchwork of story elements that just don't seem to come together as a whole story, and seems like it was quickly written during a coffee break. That Captain Anderson would leave his ship to chase after a couple of passengers who absconded with his military issued passes rather than to just notify the authorities is just stupid. That the film never explains how Mrs Sorensen and Mr Pigeon even knew about the passes and their location in the first place is even more stupid. That the film has Captain Anderson running around London just maxes out the stupid scale because the film offers no reasonable motivation for him to do so. That he continues his chase through London without ever even thinking about getting the cops involved, even after the Nazi spy ring is revealed to him, and even knocking out a bobby in the process is just from outer space. Why Mrs Sorensen and Mr Pigeon s would so suddenly and decidedly leave the ship, when the British interception of the Danish ship they were on was apparently unplanned, and unexpected is just unexplainable. The warehouse scene overflowing with busts of PM Neville Chamberlain is just bizarre, and reflects a lack of thought by the filmmaker. That a group of waiters from a Danish restaurant would enthusiastically volunteer to join Captain Anderson, a customer they just met that night, on his mindless chase through London just because they are all Danish and because the Danish "don't need a good reason to get into a fight" is just absurd, and is just a pathetic piece of screenwriting.

The romantic coupling of Veldt and Hobson in the lead roles is utterly hilarious and unconvincing since Veldt is not only old enough to be Hobson's father, but looks aged enough to actually be her father. That an attractive young woman like Hobson would fall for a golden ager like Veldt in real life could only be a product of wartime induced desperation. Veldt is also miscast for the daring, adventurous hero who is busting up a Nazi spy ring in the latter part of the film, engaging in physical confrontations in the process, because he just looks too old for this decidedly hero role. The only sense that I can make of casting Veldt as the male lead in this ill conceived film is that younger, more suitable male actors already enlisted in the military for the war effort, and that only someone like Veldt, who is clearly too old to join the military at the time of this war film, was one of the leftovers who were available.

The warehouse filled with PM Neville Chamberlain busts, the "free for all" brawl scene in the night club, the Black male dancers in African garb dancing on stage with White female dancers in one nightclub scene, and the ridiculous caricature of the owner/chef of the Danish restaurant all suggest the gratuitous use of very unusual imagery as a substitute for good screenwriting, because none of this outlandish imagery contributed at all to the development of the storyline at the points in the film where they were shown.

Giving the benefit of the doubt to the screenwriter, I would suggest that the screenplay was written by someone who was working under the pressures of a rapidly approaching deadline, and did the best he could, which was decidedly not very good. I would also give the benefit of the doubt to the casting director for the blatant miscasting of Veldt as the male lead, and just suggest that he chose the best possible candidate under the pressures of a rapidly approaching deadline. But deadlines or not, a schlock film is still just a schlock film.