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The North West Frontier is, of course, in India; the warring factions in this case are the Muslims and the Hindus and the Muslims are determined to kill a young Hindu prince so it's up to Kenneth More and Lauren Bacall to get him to safety which means a train journey across some very dangerous terrain, and this is one of the greatest of all 'train' movies. The train itself is something of an old jalopy; the driver is the wonderful IS Johar and the other passengers are Wilfred Hyde White, Ursula Jeans, Eugene Decker and a brilliantly cast Herbert Lom and there are several great set-pieces as good as any in action cinema. So if J Lee Thompson isn't Welles or Tarkovsky or Kubrick, he was, nevertheless, very much his own man and I would be much happier watching NORTH WEST FRONTIER over and over again, if stranded on a desert island with a projector and a suitably large screen, than anything by those giants of cinema.
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