The acclaimed director of THE GUNS OF NAVARONE (J. Lee Thompson) churned out this lurid late seventies pot-boiler at a time when his best days were probably behind him. Ostensibly, a WWII adventure yarn about a Basque shepherd (Anthony Quinn) guiding a scientist (James Mason) his wife (Patricia Neal) and kids (Kay Lenz and Paul Clemens) across the Pyrenees and out of the clutches of the Nazis. Sounds a reasonable set-up on the surface of it, right?

Throw into the mix Malcolm McDowell as Von Berkow, a Gestapo captain in hot pursuit and, yes, still sounds reasonable. I mean, bang in some tunes and the hills could be alive with the sound of them.

However...

At sixty-four Quinn's action man days were pretty much over. Yet out of the cast, he manages to be the most convincing character and at least seems the most physically capable. Mason looks frail and doddery at seventy. Patricia Neal looks like she's already died but someone's forgotten to tell her. There is as much chance of any of these people climbing mountains through deep snow and freezing temperatures as there is of me French-kissing Jessica Biel on top of an iceberg in the middle of the Sahara desert. Neal, especially, has difficulty managing a flight of steps (she was seriously ill in real life). It's ludicrous.

Then to Malcolm McDowell. Not an actor renowned for subtlety, here he seems to have been completely let off the leash. His performance transcends all known boundaries of thespian restraint and spins off into a whole other far distant galaxy of pantomime excess. He is jaw-dropping. This is the most astonishing comedy caricature Gestapo-Nazi madman portrayal ever committed to film. By comparison, it makes his work in CALIGULA seem like John Gielgud whispering the poetry of Betjeman in Winchester Cathedral to an audience of the moral majority. If you have no other reason for watching this film, then I urge you to do so to marvel at McDowell and his interpretation of Nazi villainy. It'll mess with your head. Especially the sight of his underpants with the swastika motif. He later described it as "some of the best work I've ever done." Hopefully he was being satirical.

Throw in some violent action, throat-slittings, finger amputations, burnings, explosions (anything resembling a structure that gets shot at blows up),rape, sodomy, a completely histrionic Captain Oates scene, avalanches and consistently brain-freezing dialogue and there you have it.

It's not a good film, but it is a film that provides a good laugh if you're in the right frame of mind - and providing you can stand the mania and sadism.

This is a rare example of a World War II film from the late seventies. This was a period when the traditional war film was going into a decline, as was the traditional Western. There were several causes for this decline, but one was that so many war movies, and so many Westerns, had been made during the period 1945- 1975 that it was becoming increasingly difficult to say anything original in either genre.

"The Passage" does at least have a reasonably original storyline. A Basque shepherd is asked by the French resistance to help Professor Bergson, a scientist, and his family escape across the Pyrenees into neutral Spain. Bergson has certain scientific knowledge- exactly what is never specified- which would be helpful to the German war effort. (I had assumed that the Bergsons, who have the same surname as the great French philosopher Henri Bergson, would be French, but in fact they turn out to be American. How they came to be in Nazi-occupied France is never explained). Unfortunately, the Germans learn of the plan, and a party of soldiers, led by a sadistic SS officer, pursue them into the mountains.

The film was directed by the experienced J. Lee Thompson and starred a distinguished cast, including Anthony Quinn, James Mason, Malcolm McDowell, Patricia Neal and (in a cameo) Christopher Lee. It is not, however, nearly as good as that line-up might lead one to think. Even while it was still being shot, Mason predicted that it would be a failure, and he was to be proved sadly right. The film performed badly at the box-office and was savaged by most of the critics.

One of those critics called Thompson "possibly the worst experienced director in the world today". That is probably unfair, but it would be true to say that he was a director whose work varied widely in quality. He was responsible for films as good as "Ice-Cold in Alex", "Tiger Bay" and the 1962 version of "Cape Fear", but also for ones as bad as the seriously weird "Country Dance" and the ludicrous "King Solomon's Mines", and "The Passage" was another occasion on which his touch deserted him, although it must be said that he had a dull, lacklustre script to work from.

The acting contributions are a curious mixture of the overdone and the underdone. Anthony Quinn as the Basque shepherd (we never learn his name) is not too bad, but Mason never puts much into his role. His Bergson never seems too worried about the plight that he and his family find themselves in, greeting the prospects of an arduous mountain trek in winter and of being captured and tortured by the Nazis with the same stoical detachment. If Mason underacts, however, Malcolm McDowell as the SS Captain, von Berkow, overacts with a vengeance. Even by McDowell's eccentric standards- he played the leading role in Tinto Brass's "Caligula"- this is a bizarre performance. More camp than a row of tents, and more ham than a delicatessen counter. The most surreal moment in the film comes when he strips off to rape Bergson's daughter and reveals that he is wearing a pair of swastika underpants.

McDowell allegedly called the movie "utter rubbish" and said that he only took the part "because I needed money to pay my taxes". Well, it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good. At least the British taxman derived some benefit from "The Passage". Whether anyone else did is another matter. 3/10

A goof, or at least a plothole. We learn at the end that the Basque shepherd lives on the Spanish, not the French, side of the mountains. Which means that the Resistance men must have crossed the mountains in order to contact him, and then crossed back again into France. So if the Resistance knew themselves how to cross the mountains, why did they need his assistance? Couldn't they have escorted the Bergsons themselves?

I had watched this on PAL VHS during the late 1980s; it's an ill-advised (and misguided) attempt to update the big-budget, star-studded WWII adventure spectacle spearheaded by THE GUNS OF NAVARONE (1961) – by the same director and featuring one of its leads (Anthony Quinn),no less – for the more permissive 1970s (with new-fangled dollops of violence, sex and foul language). Being aware of its bad reputation (mostly due to Malcolm McDowell's outrageous contribution as the villain),I decided to give it another look when it turned up recently on Cable TV.

The film involves a shepherd-cum-experienced mountain-climber (a rather glum Quinn) who's asked by the French resistance (in the figures of Marcel Bozzuffi and Michel Lonsdale) to take a prominent nuclear scientist (James Mason) and his family (including wife Patricia Neal and daughter Kay Lenz) across the Pyrenees to safety in neutral Spain; along the way, they're helped by a group of traveling gypsies (led by Christopher Lee),while McDowell is the maniacal SS officer in pursuit.

The journey is fraught with problems – mainly caused by Neal's poor health (a really thankless role for the Oscar-winning actress),with which Quinn has little patience. Eventually, she decides to rid them of the burden and goes away to die in the snow (Quinn and Bozzuffi feel her emerging from the cabin where they're all sheltered, but do nothing to stop her!)…after which Mason tries to attack Quinn for pushing her to this, but falls flat on his face in the snow after only a couple of paces (this bit somehow reminded me of a scene from one of the NAKED GUN films in which George Kennedy lashes at a couple of bullies for mistreating his partner and ends up getting beaten to a pulp himself!). Lee, then, expires in a fiery death at the hands of the sadistic McDowell – except that whatever tension there was here is destroyed by its being continually cross-cut with the flight of the central group!

However, the film's main source of entertainment is McDowell – especially via his campy attire as a chef while torturing the captured Lonsdale, his Swastika-imprinted underpants (during the scene in which he rapes Lenz),and even while mimicking the Fuehrer in front of a mirror (parting his hair a' la Hitler, putting the black comb above his lips as a makeshift moustache, and giving himself the Nazi salute). Surely it was no great stretch for him to go from this to Tinto Brass' CALIGULA (1979)! Worst of all, though, is the climax as a deranged and wounded McDowell turns up at the cabin (after having miraculously survived an avalanche he caused himself!) and bloodily exterminates the remaining members of the group…which transpires to be merely a delirious fantasy – one final folly enacted in his own head, and given away really by being intercut with snippets from scenes that have gone on before! – and that he's the one to perish. In the face of all this, Michael J. Lewis' sweeping score seems out of place – especially when considering that the action sequences are too few and far between, and certainly nothing to write home about when compared to the typical war movies of its ilk.