Atlas

... that is, if you dig flicks that involve men wearing really high cut "togas" that look more like skirts. The battle scenes are absolutely laughable, with lots of shots of shields being hit by things (occasionally the wooden swords), and lots of guys who throw spears really poorly at their crew-cut Greek rivals. The charges just sort of slow in front of enemy lines, once even to turn around and change a formation four feet from the "battle line." Some of the editing looks like it may have been done by a deranged chimp, and that's just for the important dialogue scenes. There are a few shots where the camera literally gets knocked out of place. A final word of warning: the director took full advantage of shot width, so if you are unfortunate enough to watch this on tv, several scenes will have half of the speakers cut off at the edge of the screen. If you need something to MST3K, come and get it!

Michael Forest stars as the title character, a strongman who beats an Olympian at wrestling, and then agrees to help out "Proximates the Tyrant" in taking over a city. Of course, Atlas eventually sees the error of his ways, leads the inevitable revolt against the tyrant, and then goes to work for Rand McNally.

Frank Wolff as Proximates steals the show, and has the best lines. He slyly refers to one character's possible bisexuality. In another scene, a soldier appears and says "did you want me?" "No!" Wolff screams sarcastically. "I wanted your Great Aunt Helen from Lesbos!"

Barboura Morris plays the love interest. A staple of Roger Corman films, this is the first time I've seen her in color. Director Corman has a bit as a messenger, while the stalwart Dick Miller appears in the climax as one of the rebels and kicks some serious butt.

The score by Ronald Stein is quite good. But in one embarrassing scene, Atlas is supposed to square off against another muscular opponent as soon as the trumpets sound. Two guys blow into their trumpets, but no sound can be heard ... although I think I saw several dogs covering up their ears.

1960's "Atlas" was Roger Corman's impoverished attempt at a Hercules-type epic (shot on location in Greece), without the budget. Charles B. Griffith could always be relied upon to deliver a script very quickly, and the haste is quite evident here, as the dialogue sounds risibly modernistic, and American actor Frank Wolff hilariously dubbed. Judging from his previous work on "A Bucket of Blood" and "The Little Shop of Horrors," one can easily conclude that this was written as a satire, and it does deliver a few chuckles. Star Michael Forest, like Wolff a veteran of Corman's "Ski Troop Attack" and "Beast from Haunted Cave," looked more impressive years later bare chested on both GILLIGAN'S ISLAND and STAR TREK. As the battle scenes come off as anemic, the only visually arresting image remains the comely Barboura Morris, who spent her entire career in Corman's service, until her untimely death at age 43 in 1975. "Atlas" made its only appearance on Pittsburgh's Chiller Theater during its first season, alternating Saturday afternoons and Sunday nights, airing Sat March 14 1964, while the Sunday night co-feature (which likewise never repeated) was 1958's "Spy in the Sky!"

Playing the title role of Atlas and certainly having the physique for it is Michael Forest best known for playing the God Apollo on Star Trek prime. He gets himself involved in a civil war where one army is besieging a city state.

When a single combat winner take all duel is arranged the besieger goes out to look for a champion and just by coincidence the Olympic Games are being held. Frank Wolff finds Michael Forest and he will face Christos Exarchos the prince of the city. When Forest beats Exarchos but doesn't kill him, Wolff should have thought right then and there that this will mean trouble for him.

Roger Corman produced Atlas. It was his attempt to make a Peplum, sand and scandal less than an epic. The European players stroll rather listlessly through the film. But Frank Wolff, God Bless him is having a whale of time playing Proximades the tyrant who shows pieces of what Peter Ustinov did with Nero in Quo Vadis and later on Christopher Plummer in the Fall Of The Roman Empire. Wolff is so infectiously evil, he makes a mediocre film worth watching.

In the early to mid-1960s, there was, believe it or not, a major craze for films set in the classical period starring such heroes as Hercules and Maciste. They were churned out by the dozen by the Italians and they made a butt-load of money throughout the world. So much that American director Roger Corman decided to try to get in on the act, though he never made much of an impact on the genre--and after seeing this film, I could see why.

Here, Michael Forest stars as 'Atlas'--a guy who is pretty much like the other muscled heroes of the era (such as Steve Reeves and Peter Lupus). And, like many of the films, he was an American playing lead and the rest of the cast were mostly Italians--especially the extras. In this case, however, more of the supporting cast is non-Italian. Much of the dialog, then, was often dubbed.

By the way, although he was not an especially well-known actor, you may just recognize Forest as the man who guest starred on the original "Star Trek" series as the god Apollo. My assumption is that he was probably picked to play this "Star Trek" character because of his prior film experience as Atlas.

Oddly, despite the American director who was known for action and horror films, this film is amazingly low-key and a bit dull. You'd think he might have breathed some life into the films, but for the most part, the film is just another tepid action flick--with hardly any action. The costumes aren't especially good and the cast seems tiny--even for a sword and sandal epic. If you note the trivia for this film, you'll see that Corman's original army of 500 extras ended up being, at most 50 through no fault of his own and as filming continued the numbers dwindled. Yet, believe it or not, this tiny cast isn't unusual, as I've seen several films not made by Corman in the genre that had equally tiny "armies". A great example is the rather silly film "Maciste vs. the Moon Men".

By the way, I am one of those who has marveled at Corman's ability to do wonderful things with tiny budgets (such as "Little Shop of Horrors" and "Bucket of Blood"). He is a brilliant director, though like most, he has made his share of disappointing films. This one, clearly, is among his worst. This isn't just because it's silly, as I LOVE his silly 1950s horror films, but because the script is so lifeless. It practically puts you to sleep because you keep expecting action and excitement but it just never delivers. Frankly, I wish it HAD been cheesy and silly--that at least would have made watching it fun! As far as fun or funny goes, I had to take what I could find due to bad dubbing. A funny aspect of the film you should look for are the dubbing mistakes. First, there were the trumpeters. When they blow on them, you hear NOTHING--as they apparently forgot to dub this! I especially loved when the boss-man ordered a fight to the death to begin with the blowing of the trumpets. You see the guys blowing away...and absolutely no sound at all!! Yet, miraculously, the guys begin fighting! Another scene consists of dancing girls flitting about...and absolutely NO music!!!! Now that's funny!