I would not suggest anyone use Josef von Sternberg’s Morocco (1930) as an introduction to either Gary Cooper or Marlene Dietrich. While the film showcases Dietrich’s penchant for ambiguous clothing, and it has one of the most romantic endings of all time, I ultimately found Morocco to be quite forgettable. I did enjoy the sharp dialogue between the two stars, which is stuffed to the brim with overt innuendos; it wasn’t enough to compensate for the film’s sluggish pacing and overly difficult narrative.