The Tijuana Story

Gallant little guy standing up to the mob. Hardly an original storyline (sub-Jimmy Stewart), but this is a dramatised documentary, quite a common low-cost option in 1957, celebrating the recent martyrdom of newspaper editor Manuel Acosta Mesa, who had been trying to clean up Tijuana single-handed. The funeral tribute, with which the film ends ("He did not die in vain"), would earn a belly-laugh today, with its naïve hopes about turning the city back into a family-friendly community from which gangsterism had been banished forever. One glimpse of modern-day Tijuana would have made those audiences feel they'd been watching a kids' game 'Let's Play Narcos'.

Only one performance stands out - the villain Diaz, played by Paul Newlan, highly convincing, with gangsterism deeply embedded in him. No-one else comes close. The 20-year old James Darren gets star billing, but a curiously small part that offers him few opportunities and hardly affects the plot. It just adds a touch of pathos: a schoolkid on vacation, wanting to try his first grown-up Mexican weekend, but doomed from the moment a bar-girl offers to sell him marijuana ("Are you too frightened?"), leading indirectly to his death. The rest of it is disappointingly mechanical, both in plot and in delivery, hardly worth watching.

(And to think, despite my fluent Spanish, it had never occurred to me that Tijuana translates as 'Auntie Jane'!)