Hercule contre les mercenaires

Albert Valentin ,who co-wrote the screenplay,was one of the most brilliant directors of the French cinema in the German Occupation: "La Vie De Plaisir" and "Marie -Martine" -which featured a "backwards story" long before "memento" .After the war,he was blacklisted and had to content himself with screenplays.

All that such a man wrote cannot be completely silly.It's obvious he did not care a little bit about the muscle man (the actor is awful) and his bland fiancée (played by bleached brunette Marilu Tolo)who,most of the times ,work behind the scenes.Certainly the sinful characters ,Messaline and Caligula are riveting and colorfully conceived.When these roles are brought to center focus -which is often-,the movie becomes a delicious camp spectacle.Dig this Messaline's line "that smoke!I can't see them roast!" .

It's odd that such an educated man as Valentin could sometimes write such nonsense (it's not legal,given the Church (sic) law!(in 41 A.D.!) ) or make Glaucus -a name borrowed from "the last days of Pompei",which becomes "Hercules" in the French version;it's an Italian /French co-production- the son of the king of the Celts (the Romans called "Gallics")whereas the Gaul was Roman since 52 B.C.

Bloody gladiatorial games are the only moments when the hero "shines".Most of the time ,he is overtaken by the events and it is the villains who walk away with the honors,for sin is perhaps more interesting than virtue.

Messaline has a (milk?) bath à la "sign of the cross" and dies a la Mankiewicz's "Cleopatra" .What a mess!

I was looking forward to this Umberto Lenzi/Richard Harrison peplum (with the added bonus of Lisa Gastoni and Marilu' Tolo!) of the Roman Empire variety, especially after having been thoroughly entertained by their later collaboration TEMPLE OF A THOUSAND LIGHTS (1965); the setting being the debauched reign of Caligula, Messalina and Claudius (often dealt with in cinema), again, seemed propitious – but the result, alas, is quite lame and often too silly for words! I should mention in passing here that I have at least three more titles relating to these historical figures lined up for the current Easter marathon!

Incidentally, despite the U.S. moniker, the star is no relation of the Greek mythological hero – no surprise there, since such catchpenny allusions was a common practice from wily distributors for such indigenous product being exported overseas – but actually the prince of the Britons (read: barbarians)! Indeed, the film's original Italian title translates to THE LAST GLADIATOR – which is itself misleading, since the arena action is neither extensive nor even that plot-centered…to say nothing of the fact that no reference is made at all to Harrison being the ultimate exponent of this violent form of public entertainment! Culled from an Italian Satellite TV screening, the copy I acquired (off "You Tube") is, thankfully, in the proper widescreen ratio and, being in the official language, free of the generally atrocious English dubbing one often has to make do where films of its ilk are concerned.

However, this only exacerbates the disappointment one feels watching it, as there is little to hold the attention here (for what it is worth, among those credited with the film's second unit is genre regular Viktor Tourjansky!): not even Gastoni's sultry and openly philandering Messalina (often adopting flashy and cumbersome head-gear, treating assorted party guests to a dance – which the director ungracefully (or, perhaps, mercifully) promptly cuts away from after just a few ungainly moves{!}, conversing and quickly losing patience with slave and rival for Harrison's attentions Tolo while taking a milk-bath – her constant irritation with the latter leads personal whipping and, then, incarceration in a suspended animal cage with descending spikes{!}) does much to liven things up...while Caligula's presence (though predictably capricious and perennially cackling) is too limited and Claudius' too dull (with his actually taking time out from Rome – leaving devoted lieutenant Livio Lorenzon in charge rather than the Empress! – to lead a campaign against insurrectionist elements within the army a doubtful occurrence)!

Still, the single most exasperating thing about the film is that the soundtrack is filled with disembodied voices inanely clamouring for something or other – at one point, for instance, female screams can be heard but no woman is anywhere near the location involved – which could well be a penny-pinching tactic on the producer's part to save a composer's fee!! For what it is worth, I have three more of Harrison's efforts set against this backdrop lined up for the current Easter marathon – namely THE INVINCIBLE GLADIATOR (1961), THE TWO GLADIATORS and REVOLT OF THE PRAETORIANS (both 1964), which I now have little hope of their being any better...

I first saw this movie as part of the SONS OF HERCULES series on TV back in the 1960s. I thought it was fantastic and historically accurate. It is available under many different titles but they all use the shortened version. I managed to find several of the missing scenes which I have posted on my You Tube channel. Richard Harrison does well in this type of story where he plays a "regular" guy sword fighting. Unfortunately, the movie used battle scenes from CONSTANTINE AND THE CROSS (1960) but is filmed at the familiar De Paolis INCIR studios. (Gordon Mitchell told me that that studio has been torn down to make room for housing projects). Marilu Tolo is usually dark haired, but in "this story" she is "supposed" to be from Briton where "everyone" has blonde hair. I guess we are all supposed to know that?. Larry Anderson.

Voice-over narration in the opening scene describes Glaucus, (the Richard Harrison character), as being the lineal descendant of Hercules. Otherwise there's no justification for the "Son of" title which was obviously chosen to appeal to that American audience which had earlier embraced Steve Reeves' movies. In most respects, this effort follows the formula set by those movies, mixing together such familiar ingredients as heroic strongman, evil queen, rebellion against tyranny, sword fights, depravity in high places, etc. Missing, however, are any mythological trappings -- no gods, no fantastic monsters. The result isn't so much bad as simply forgettable. Much of the movie's weary, almost listless quality can be attributed to the fact that the villains -- first Caligula, then Messalina -- are much livelier and more interesting than the stolid Galucus and his whiny, clinging-vine girlfriend, Ena. Eliminating Ena and giving Glaucus a more assertive role would certainly help. As it is, Glaucus too often seems to simply be milling around inside the plot, waiting for it to assume a form and direction which it never quite achieves.

Richard Harrison was about at his physical peak when filming this movie yet, curiously, the movie makes little of the expected use of his physique. In fact, he doesn't have a single bare-chest scene! The most audiences get are a few scenes in which he wears one of those tops with a wide strap which crosses over his right shoulder. Sharp-eyed viewers may thus get an occasional glimpse of Harrison's left nipple. Although threats are made in the movie to kill Glaucus or to subject him to unspecified tortures, the anticipated beefcake-bondage scenes never occur. (No stretching-between-teams-of-horses, for example.) We only have a brief sequence of Glaucus being forced to pull a plow while yoked to a wooden pole tied to his outstretched arms. This failure to exploit Harrison's body seems especially curious in view of Harrison's earlier work in America as a physique model. It's still easy on auction sites to find for sale photos of a handsome young Harrison wearing nothing but a smile and one of those scanty posing straps which struggles to contain the bulging evidence of his manhood. Why did this movie all but ignore such an obvious opportunity for visual appeal?

I am guessing that there is a series of "Son of Hercules" movies: the theme for this movie is the exact same as that of "Son of Hercules vs. the Fire Demon."

A montage of corpses are shown as a chorus of men sing "The mighty sons of Hercules are men as men should be! They took the world and kept the world the sons of Hercules!" Not exactly Shakespeare but hey...at least it's got a groovy beat you can dance to.

The narrator informs us this film recounts the adventures of Glaucus, pronounced "GLAW-cuss" (played by a well oiled Richard Harrison) and his struggle with the empress Messalina.

In 41 AD Caligula rules the land. In his pointless war against Britain (well played by the Italian countryside) Caligula watches Glaucus the Brit fight. Excited by what he sees (Caligula shows his delight by petting a cat) he takes Glaucus back with him as a slave.

Back in Rome (well played by a blurry matte painting) Caligula makes his horse a senator. Messalina, wife of Claudius, watches in horror as Caligula and his midget sidekick laugh at each new outrageous law Caligula enacts. At the Roman games Glaucus fights with obvious skill. The crowd (all 20 of them) yells in obvious pleasure, quieting down when someone makes a statement like "wow, what a man warrior!" Caligula is not impressed, however, when Glaucus throws an axe at him. Glaucus is arrested and Messalina starts a plan to use Glaucus as a means to overthrow Caligula.

This production has all the typical Italian beefcake trademarks - bad dubbing, over-acting (in some cases, under-acting), a midget, and men in loincloths. Richard Harrison may not have the biggest muscles but he certainly is the most titillating beefcake actor I've seen. And when it comes to loincloths you have to wonder why his "mini-skirt" is not mini enough. They must not have seen a good thing when they had it, and with too much loincloth neither can we.