Gregory Peck and Sophia Loren make an attractive couple in Arabesque, 1966. |
It looks like the sight of Sophia Loren about to take a shower is giving Gregory Peck heart palpitations. Which is understandable. |
The director Stanley Donen imitated many of Alfred Hitchcock’s
trademarks in his 1963 film Charade, starring
Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn. Three years later, Donen would borrow liberally
from the elements of Charade in his
movie Arabesque, starring Gregory
Peck and Sophia Loren. According to IMDB, Peck’s role was written with Cary
Grant in mind. Like Charade, Arabesque is
a thriller where things are not quite what they seem. Peck plays Professor David
Pollock, an expert in hieroglyphics. At the beginning of the film, we see him
lecture about hieroglyphics, and it feels a bit like The Da Vinci Code. But fortunately, there are no scenes in Arabesque where the plot comes to a
screeching halt as someone explains something to us in great detail. Arabesque opens with a murder in an optometrist’s
office, and there are plenty of tricky camera angles throughout the movie, as
we are constantly looking into mirrors and through prisms. I greatly enjoyed
all of the camera trickery, as it made Arabesque
more interesting to watch.
Arabesque also
borrows from Hitchcock’s North By
Northwest, as Peck plays an ordinary man caught up in a plot to kill a
prime minister of an Arab nation. North
By Northwest is echoed at the beginning of the movie, as Peck is forcibly
shoved in the prime minister’s car while jogging, which echoes Cary Grant’s
kidnapping at the beginning of Northwest.
Other references to Northwest include
Peck being given a shot of truth serum and then dumped out onto a highway.
Feeling drunk, Peck first thinks he’s a matador and the cars are bulls, but he
eventually commandeers a bicycle and gets away safely. This sequence is an
homage/rip-off of the scene in North By
Northwest where Grant is forcibly intoxicated by James Mason’s hoodlums and
dumped in a Mercedes-Benz convertible along a twisting road near jagged cliffs.
Of course, Grant also gets away safely. At the end of Arabesque, Donen stages his own version of the famous crop-duster
scene from Northwest, as Peck and
Sophia Loren have to crawl around while being chased by sharp and pointy farm
implements.
Unfortunately for Donen, Arabesque
can’t hold a candle to North By
Northwest. Gregory Peck does his best with the light comedy of the script,
but as you watch, you can’t help but feel that Cary Grant would have done it
better. It’s unfair to compare Peck to Grant, as Peck was not a comedic actor,
and Grant was one of the greatest light comedic actors the movies have ever
seen. But because Arabesque so
blatantly copies other films starring Grant, the comparison is inevitable.
Peck and Sophia Loren don’t have a lot of chemistry
together, which also hurts the movie. She plays a mysterious woman whom Peck
meets at the house of a businessman named Beshraavi, played by Alan Badel, who
seems to be impersonating Peter Sellers. Peck has been hired by Beshraavi to
decipher a code. However, it soon becomes obvious that Beshraavi is going to
kill Peck as soon as he finishes deciphering the code. So Peck hides out in
Loren’s bathroom as she takes a shower-which I read as a nod to the scene in Charade where Cary Grant takes a shower
with all of his clothes on. Like Charade,
where the audience and Audrey Hepburn are constantly wondering whose side
Cary Grant is on, the audience of Arabesque
and Gregory Peck are wondering whose side Sophia Loren is on. (Spoiler
alert for Charade: of course Cary
Grant’s the good guy! Duh! Cary Grant is ALWAYS the good guy!)
Sophia Loren looks gorgeous, which is pretty much all that
the role requires her to do. For his part, Peck looks very handsome and dashing
at age 49 and the grey in his hair just makes him look more distinguished, as
though he really needed to look more distinguished. Looking distinguished was
what Gregory Peck did all day, every day.
Arabesque isn’t a great
film, but it’s an enjoyable enough movie if you’re looking for a 1960’s Hitchcock-lite
trifle.
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