Review: The Boys From Brazil

South America is turned into a virtual sci-fi lab for the creation of 94 versions of the Der Fuhrer in Franklin J. Schaffner’s The Boys From Brazil, a nasty, what-if yarn most memorable for Gregory Peck’s ludicrous performance as Dr. Josef Mengele. Like any good Nazi, Mengele is meticulous and partial to cognitive psychology, hoping to do away with 94 fathers in an attempt to recreate the emotional turmoil faced by Hitler when he himself lost his father as a teenager. Mengele, though, doesn’t get far, thanks to Nazi hunter Ezra Lieberman (Laurence Olivier) and a pack of voracious Dohbermans. (The character of Ezra is loosely based on the real-life Simon Wiesenthal.) Jerry Goldmsith’s ominous score is reminiscent of his Oscar-winning work for The Omen but The Boys From Brazil is pure pomp and circumstance. Writer Damien Bona says it best in his book Hollywood’s All-Time Worst Casting Blunders: “With his Austrian accent and fussbudgety movements, Olivier is every bit as hammy as Peck, and a highlight is their climactic showdown, in which the two oldtimers end up rolling around on the floor trying to kill each other.” Now, if only Uta Hagen and Rosemary Harris were rolling on the floor next to them, Boys From Brazil would have been an bigger scream.