Post World War II: Five men, stuck out in the middle of nowhere, tending machinery in the desert. The heat. The wind-blown sand. The relentless, empty horizon. There’s already conflict simmering among them: German/English. Class divisions. New kid in town/old dog who rules with an iron fist. “It’s this place…we’ve been here too long…I don’t know what’s happening to me,” says one. Really, these guys don’t need any kind of aggravation to add to their lot.
Enter, in an out-of-control car that somehow materializes in the middle of the desert, Carroll Baker. Continue reading Seth Holt – Station Six-Sahara (1962)