Although undeniably a bad film, Baroud is not bad in the ways we often associate with early talkies. It is not static or studio-bound. The camera does not stand still but roams adventurously round locations in the Atlas Mountains. Baroud has a lot more in common with other weird, quasi-ethnographic films made in the early 1930s – such as Que viva Mexico! (Eisenstein, 1932), Tabu (Murnau, 1931) and Las Hurdes (Land Without Bread, Buñuel, 1933) – than with anything Ingram made for MGM.
September 07, 2015