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In medieval Persia, Kashma Baba is a military cadet by day and a roisterer by night. The morning after a rowdy banquet, Kiki, an escaped slave, takes shelter under Kashma's roof. Word comes that the wicked Caliph is looking for her; but Kashma, by this time in love, flees with her to his father's palace. Alas, there's more to Kiki than meets the eye. Will the evil schemers succeed? The sons of the Forty Thieves to the rescue!Written by
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Looking back on his career Tony Curtis in his memoirs ruefully acknowledged the ribbing he took for that never to be forgotten line from his Arabian epic, "Yonda lies da castle of my fadduh" who by the title we know is Ali Baba leader of that gang of outlaws, the Jesse James of his day. Apparently this early in his career the speech coachs hadn't got the Bronx out of his speech pattern.
Ali Baba is played by Morris Ankrum who for services rendered to the shah of Persia kept all his ill gained loot and has himself a nice palace and his gang made out good with plots of land. The envious Caliph of Bagdad Victor Jory and his son Hugh O'Brian wants that wealth and will stop at nothing to get it.
As for Tony Curtis, dad's sent him to the Bagdad equivalent of West Point, but Tony's learning to carouse as well as fight. But those skills are needed both to win the hand of the fair blond Arab princess Piper Laurie looking as ridiculous as redheaded Maureen O'Hara did in these kinds of films. Why he was so hung up on the blond is beyond me since there was also Susan Cabot whose skill with weapons matches any of the men and she's crushing out on the Bronx Arab big time.
In his memoirs Curtis got defensive about the ribbing he took for this film and similar early work. He asked why the public accepts British actors saying all kinds of dialog as all kinds of nationalities while they jump on him for the speech patterns he grew up with.
Fortunately Tony Curtis was destined for better parts and better films. Still Son Of Ali Baba is amusing in a camp sort of way.
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