Gosh. They didn’t just de-claw and de-fang this Mr. Moto novel, when they made a movie from it, around when it was first published, starring Robert Wagner and Joan Collins; they changed everything. If pains had been taken to conceal the connection between the book and the film - and I experienced both, either years apart or even in a tight space of time - I would never suss out that there was any link. The amusing irony is: the change most discussed - removal of Mr. Moto from his own story, when it comes to the film - there is no Mr. Moto in the film! - is actually the least significant change to occur, simply because we do have a Mr. Moto-like character flitting in and out of the film’s plot (just as he does, in this book - and I have no idea if that is normal, in the earlier books).
Thank goodness there is no cute kid in the book, whereas about halfway the film “version”, a cute kid shows up and, to my mind, stops the movie dead. Very sweet child - but with arrival, spy movie effectively dies and falls off some cliff. If I may continue to speak in metaphor, I do wish it was the kid who had dropped off a cliff, and left the movie alive to carry on. Savage, I know…but if an orphan child had to be worked into things (and we did just fine without her, in the novel, though of course that’s a specious complaint given the fact that the novel is a totally different plot), the child, after ten minutes or so, should have been packed off to, say, Stopover: Disney World, or Stopover: Siberia.
No child in the book. No co-starring female spy named Ruth in the movie; Joan Collins plays an all-new character. Basically, no scenes that are in the book are in the movie - but then, how could they be, if you change everything that is happening, except for a whiff of assassination and some of Tokyo (and nearby). All characters bulldozed away to make room for completely different characters - with, perhaps, the marvellous but also a somewhat de-fanged Edmond O’Brien playing a fairly light version of the best and most dangerous villain in the book. And I love Edmond O’Brien…but maybe not so much when he’s channeling Rodney Dangerfield and only getting to be almost dastardly too late in the proceedings.
Anyway, enough about the movie (which I DO enjoy watching!), except to say that, newsflash, the book is better. While they were throwing away the plot, they also deleted all that made Tokyo a very specific vibe in the mid-1950s. We know we are in a major Japanese city, about 12 years after the end of WWII. The psyche of the Japanese people, the expanding influence of Western culture and money, the dual nature of existence as old Japan still abides just obscured by the new Japan, and the various landmarks and beauty spots that bring in references to ancient Japan…all this wonderful flavour in the book doesn’t even come close to making it into the movie. The book also manages to stay a spy yarn ALL THE WAY THROUGH - and in fact saves its best scenes and tension for the back half - instead of getting all “what do we do with this kid?”.
Best of all, the book has a harder, colder edge than the movie ever comes close to achieving (well, it’s not trying). The themes in the book are completely different than…well I was gonna say “completely different than the themes in the movie”, but I don’t think there any themes in the movie. It’s a theme-free movie, unless we say that the very last seconds of the movie represent the feel-good, painless version of “Theme: A spy’s life doesn’t allow for love, stability, or even human connection; there’s just the next mission”. The book is definitely dealing in that, but the stakes ramp up, and life and death decisions, cold decisions possibly leading to horrible sacrifice if other options cannot be found, make up a sobering finale. The movie is never a cold thing; they could have at least bought the kid some ice cream.
3.5 stars…and I’m resisting the temptation to round this book up to 4 stars, because I think it’s a little slow, particularly in the first half. Some repetitive scenes between Jack and Ruth; yes, I know that the repetitive scenes do have some conversational shifts that expand the relationship between Jack and Ruth, thus setting up the tough choices coming later - but the book is a little quiet. It has claws, but they needed to be out, more. Anyway, I have another Mr. Moto book on the shelves, and I know that all the ones I have not read were published much earlier than this one was. It’s a belated entry, effectively showcasing a complex post-War Tokyo (and nearby…plus some San Francisco, also not in the movie!), that is different than what is apparently on offer in all other Mr. Moto adventures. I did enjoy, and was fascinated by, time and place, even as those details were fit in among the Great Game.
And remember: Mr, Moto actually does appear, if you read the book. And NO KID!