De Mille, with God as his co-maker. In general, the plot follows the bible story, though Victor Mature's Samson, costumed in terry leotards and a montrous wig, bilious and flaccid, as though he couldn't pull down the papier-mache temple. He does it, though, and he (his double) wrestles a moth-eaten lion and crowns several extras with the jaw of an ass. Hedy Lamarr was in general considered too old for the role of Delilah (Lamarr was thirty six at the time) but when De Mille couldn't get pitiful Gail Russell for Delilah (she always arrived on set drunk) it had to be Lamarr, who's Delilah, with her slurry German-English would be more at home in a Yorkville Bar than in a high-tone Philistine residence. All in all, the film does not enhance the glory of De Mille or his Associate; its splendors are purely in the camp division. Among the supporting cast are George Sanders, as the head man of the Philistines, Henry Wilcoxon, looking as nobly baffled as ever, and Angela Lansburry in a brief role as Delilah's sister, for whom Mature yearns, to the inexplicable despair of Lamarr. The sets are wonderously cheasy. Paramount. Color.