Standard typical early 60s krimi plot adapted from a story by Louis Weinert-Wilton. Joachim Fuchsberger and Karin Dor are back together yet again. Between the Wallace Sr. And Jr. Films and the Weinert-Wilton series, Fuchsberger, in particular, must just have been leaving one set and walking straight onto another.
The White Spider is a good film. The plot may be standard, but the execution is well realized, with the action moving along at a fair clip so you don't get bored, and better dialogue (in German, at least) than in a number of the other films I've seen.
The plot? Well, very unhelpfully vaguely put, rascality is afoot, Dor's gotten herself in danger and needs saving, as she does most days, so Fuchsberger takes a break from teaching his "slightly sexist suaveness" class (Roger Moore was attending right around this time; he graduated with honours) and strolls into action. The fighting will come later.
The criminal mastermind here is an alleged master of diguise. I say "alleged" because you can always tell when it's him in one of his disguises, even if you don't know what he looks like underneath.
A large part of the film takes place in a club where the dissolute rich gather to engage in such debauched activities as roulette and other games too filthy to mention. There's an amusing employee there who demonstrates how to climb the career ladder by steadfastly not attepting to blackmail one's obviously dangerous bosses.
Of course, it all ends well, with Dor, having surmounted her grief at hubby's recent death, being ready to begin dating Fuchsberger again.
A badly disguised 7 stars from me.
The White Spider is a good film. The plot may be standard, but the execution is well realized, with the action moving along at a fair clip so you don't get bored, and better dialogue (in German, at least) than in a number of the other films I've seen.
The plot? Well, very unhelpfully vaguely put, rascality is afoot, Dor's gotten herself in danger and needs saving, as she does most days, so Fuchsberger takes a break from teaching his "slightly sexist suaveness" class (Roger Moore was attending right around this time; he graduated with honours) and strolls into action. The fighting will come later.
The criminal mastermind here is an alleged master of diguise. I say "alleged" because you can always tell when it's him in one of his disguises, even if you don't know what he looks like underneath.
A large part of the film takes place in a club where the dissolute rich gather to engage in such debauched activities as roulette and other games too filthy to mention. There's an amusing employee there who demonstrates how to climb the career ladder by steadfastly not attepting to blackmail one's obviously dangerous bosses.
Of course, it all ends well, with Dor, having surmounted her grief at hubby's recent death, being ready to begin dating Fuchsberger again.
A badly disguised 7 stars from me.