The Rock & the Rats

Tobruk is a movie for the ages--the teen-ages that think of World War II as just another chapter in their high school history courses. Here it is again, kids, meticulously re-created with tanks, cannons and prop-driven airplanes, just the way it happened back in 1942 when the Allies were trying to blow up Rommel's fuel supply. The campaign in the Sahara Desert crosses a wasteland so real you could swear you were on location in California. There are suntanned battalions, a band of Italians, Allied traitors, German haters--there's everything but suspense. How can the English lose when they have The Rock?

And what a Rock! As a Canadian officer on duty with Britain's Desert Rats he nurtures a virile stubble and seldom lets his baritone betray emotion, whether he is spraying the Germans with his flamethrower or trading insults with a grain-of-Sandhurst major (Nigel Green). From first fade-in to final fadeout, Rock more than lives up to his name.

And kids, if you act now, you can thrill to the widescreen, Technicolor destruction of the Nazi fuel depot as millions of gallons of burning petrol light up the sky. There hasn't been so much oil on the screen since the last closeup of Elvis Presley's hair.

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