The Lost Patrol (1934) |
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| Director(s) | John Ford |
| Producer(s) | John Ford (uncredited), Merian C. Cooper, Cliff Reid |
| Top Genres | Action, Adventure, War |
| Top Topics | World War I |
Featured Cast of The Lost Patrol See More »
Victor McLaglen
(as The Sergeant)
Boris Karloff
(as Sanders)
Wallace Ford
(as Morelli)
Reginald Denny
(as Brown)
J.M. Kerrigan
(as Quincannon)
Billy Bevan
(as Hale)
Francis Ford
(as Arab)
The Lost Patrol Overview:
The Lost Patrol (1934) was a Adventure - War Film directed by John Ford and produced by John Ford, Merian C. Cooper and Cliff Reid.
Academy Awards 1934 --- Ceremony Number 7 (source: AMPAS)
| Award | Recipient | Result |
| Best Music - Scoring | RKO Radio Studio Music Department, Max Steiner, head of department (Score by Max Steiner) | Nominated |
The Lost Patrol BlogHub Articles:
The Lost Patrol (1934): A Tale of Survival
The Lost Patrol comes out of the colonialist traditions of the era with the white soldiers in Mesopotamia doing battle with an Arab enemy who strike like ghosts. They are phantoms and rarely seen in the flesh. It’s an unwitting bit of commentary but it also simultaneously becomes one of the st... Read full article
John Ford Blogathon: The Lost Patrol (1934)
"I think I see something moving out there!" Poor Boris Karloff I had never seen The Lost Patrol until the other day, when I was (belatedly) preparing for The John Ford Blogathon. Filmed in the Sonoran Desert in Imperial County, California, every long shot of this wartime drama is spectacular -... Read full article
The Lost Patrol (1934) (2)
The Lost Patrol Directed by John Ford 1934/USA RKO Radio Pictures First viewing Morelli: Right you are, Sarge! The Sergeant: Yeah, I know what you’re thinkin’. Perhaps I’ve done everything wrong! Perhaps this and perhaps that! But what I’ve done I’ve done, and what I ... Read full article
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The Lost Patrol Quotes:
Morelli: Right you are, Sarge!
The Sergeant: Yeah, I know what you're thinkin'. Perhaps I've done everything wrong! Perhaps this and perhaps that! But what I've done I've done, and what I haven't, I haven't!
Jock MacKay: But a bit on the dark side, hunh, Brown?
Brown: Oh, yes, they're dark, but the longer you're there, the whiter they get, or that's the way it seems. That didn't bother me, Jock. I'll never forget the first time I saw... We sailed into a little harbor about sundown. The girls all came swimming out, flowere in their long hair, singing and laughing up at us from the water. Brown skin? Seemed like gold to me! A richer, deeper gold than any metal! I can see that gold shimmering now on their wet bodies as they swam like mermaids to the rail and climbed on board, laughing at us like a lot of shameless imps.
Quincannon: Ah, man, Topper, 'tis the soul of a poet you have!
Brown: Why?
Sanders: Why? Why in Heaven's name, man, what do you believe in?
Brown: Would it really interest you? Oh, a lot of things. A good horse, steak and kidney pudding, a fellow named George Brown, the asinine futility of this war, being frightened, being drunk enough to be brave and brave enough to be drunk, the feel of the sea when you swim, the taste and strength of wine, the loveliness of women, the splendid, unspeakable joy of killing Arabs, the smell of incense and bacon, the weight of a fist, an old pair of shoes, a toothache, triunph...
Sanders: STOP!
Brown: All right.
The Sergeant: Deserted, hunh? Insubordinate swine! Bilged out! Left us like a rat when we needed every man! Why didn't you tell me? You're a party to this, you know! Well, get your rifle and get out of here. You take his place.
Sanders: [With a crazed look in his eyes] Yes, Yes, that's it, Sergeant! Yes!
The Sergeant: [Reading Brown's note] 'Sorry, Sergeant, but Quincannon was right. He knocked one off for Jock. I'll get another for Matlow. Taking a long swing to come around behind them. Fine moon tonight. Should be good hunting. Yours contritely, George Brown. P.S. Not a good name, but the best I could think of when I enlisted.'