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If the ambition is to provide two hours of instantly forgettable, popcorn-munching escapism, it succeeds.

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

When American visitor Forrest Tucker comes to Scotland with a mysterious agenda, he finds himself taking on more than he can chew in dealing with powerful Orson Welles and his feisty daughter (Margaret Lockwood) with whom he starts off on the wrong kilt. Welles is the owner of a road which he refuses to open to the locales, and Tucker is desperate to get him to open it. Lockwood refuses to allow Tucker to see her father, and soon it's a battle of wills between each of them. After Lockwood publicly humiliated Tucker, he sets off on delicious payback, and this opens the way up for them to begin communicating. It's sort of a Scottish "Taming of the Shrew" where the shrew won't bend, that is until he allows her in on a little secret that changes everything. The plot turns deadly as the Scottish locales (lead by Victor MacLaglen) band together to take desperate measures to get the road open.For much of the film, the atmosphere is light and comic, so the sudden twists towards the end are jarring. This was produced and directed by British film veteran Herbert Wilcox, so I'm wondering if he first had wife Anna Nesgle in mind for Lockwood's part. She's tough, crafty and no-nonsense, but don't expect the vixens of her Gainsborough type villains here. Tucker is a rugged but easy going hero, and Welles is a big pussycat underneath his character's gruff exterior. Some pretty Scottish scenery adds to the flavor, although a little bit of bag pipe music goes a long way. Oh, and by the way, my tagline at the top of this review is Welles' line, not Tucker's.

Republic Pictures's biggest hit was "The Quiet Man", John Ford's Irish blarneyfest. Two years later its writer, Frank S Nugent, tried to work that magic on the Scottish Highlands. But "Trouble in the Glen" only had the prolific hack Herbert Wilcox at the helm, and his winning streak with Anna Neagle had gone phfft.Lensed in sludgy brown Trucolor, "Trouble in the Glen" plays like an Ealing comedy sans asperity, fading quickly into the Celtic twilight from which Brigadoon rises once a century. Orson Welles is a returning laird whose years in South America presumably explain his swarthy skin tones if not his blue-grey bouffant wig. Welles was already a podgy Hollywood outcast wandering the European co-production badlands, scrounging, spending and sometimes shooting: he was between "Othello" and "Mr Arkadin" at this juncture. He relies on his magnificent organ voice and eyes that gleam in the gloom (as in "Jane Eyre") to sustain his turn as a tyrant, at odds both with his glenfolk tenantry and with a roving gang of tinkers. The head "tink" is the terminally fuddled Victor McLaglen, another Ford veteran.Stuffing casts with faded US talent to win a Stateside circuit release was standard operating procedure for the struggling Britflick biz of the early 1950s. Besides Citizen Kane and Sgt Quincannon, "Trouble in the Glen" toplines the colourless Forrest Tucker. Like John Wayne in "The Quiet Man", Nugent makes him a Yank on a sentimental journey. Like Wayne, he banters or scraps with the locals and tames a spirited filly: Maggie Lockwood, the laird's daughter, in reality four years older than Orson! Her cut-glass accent matches neither Welles's nor the area's Scotch English. There is also a winsome, bedridden little girl for Tucker to set on her feet.The subplot concerns unjust suspicions that the tinkers stole a deer. Has there ever been a movie in which gypsies or traveling people actually did the crimes of which they are accused?

Actually videoed and watched this film 'cos the film review book I was flicking through said it had the "most garish colour ever committed to celluloid". Well I have to say that it isn't so bad after all. And it's something that I wish was made more often today, a harmless and interesting diversion from life's problems, just sit back and forget about it all. Other films like this are John Wayne westerns and 50's film noir B movies. All are totally watchable if you are truly prepared to switch off from the year 2002, and more so than the contemporary offerings. Anyway, it's advertised as an Orson Welles film - he doesn't exactly spend a lot of time in it does he? ( Perhaps he was paid by the frame!)Interesting -- umm, 7 /10, agreed?, agreed!

I saw this film in the mid fifties while in the Navy and was struck by Welles's performance along with Tucker and McLaglen. A subtle comment on social divisions, showing the Gypsy "Tinks" or itinerant tinkers of Scotland who form a class of social pariahs. The storyline is a bit thin but the two great blusterers, Tucker and McLaglen make it worth the price of admission...although I believe I saw this film on the hangerdeck of the USS Bonhomme Richard CVA-31 in 1955 for free...