Mr. Moto poses as both an innocuous archaeologist and aged Buddhist mystic in French-ruled Cambodia in order to foil two anti-government revolutionary plots, one by fanatical holy man Bokor, who wants to overthrow the local leader, the self-indulgent Rajah Ali, and Ali himself, who wants to lead an insurgency against French colonial rule. Moto is aided by Vicki Mason, a daring Amelia Earhart-type aviatrix, who doubles as an international agent, and manages to rescue two bumbling newsreel photographers, Chick Davis and Marty Weston, the latter of whom seems to be attracted to the stunningly beautiful Miss Mason.Written by
It's a testament to the popularity of the Moto series that this dreadful botch was even released to theaters. It was, in fact, held back for several months, and it's easy to see why. While the other Moto films featured production and entertainment values considerably above that of the average "B" film, this silly and embarrassingly amateurish entry is barely recognizable as part of the same series, with its lame-brained phony Orientalia and sub-Republic serial story line. Worst of all, Peter Lorre--the only reason to watch a Moto film in the first place--spends an inordinate amount of time either offscreen or muffled in a disguise that's preposterous even for Moto.
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