Il gigante di Metropolis

Hmmm... outside of the poor dubbing, I don't really understand how this gets basted as a turkey. I suppose you could eat cheetos and drink beer and watch it with your buds. It's entertaining, but hardly Maciste Against Hercules In The Valley Of Woe or similar low budget quickies full of unintentional laughs. It's more sci-fi than sandal due to the urgent "message" it attempts to teach us modern scientific men. Evidently the producers saw in the script an important project because they lavished the greater part of their creative energies on the costumes, set designs, lighting and camera set-ups. Like movies today, the stars are not found in the cast but in the art director's studio. If it weren't in color, Giant Of Metropolis might easily be mistaken for some expressionistic epic cooked up by Fritz Lang in 1925 or one of those "new wave" European productions of The Ring cycle from the 60s and 70s. The heavy symbolism is transcribed visually, and the Roman crafts people behind the scenes must have been pleased at the oppressive but strangely beautiful world they realized. So don't expect much exciting action, character development or witty dialog. But do expect a Roman giant of sorts, one with an under-appreciated place in the ranks of thoughtfully produced sci-fi cinema.

Few movies can truthfully be called "unique," but this comes close. It's a bizarre hybrid, set in Atlantis in 20,000 B.C., which combines the "Hercules" genre with the kind of science-fiction motifs found in Flash Gordon serials. True, the plot is the usual strongman-vs-the-evil-tyrant affair, but the "look" and "atmosphere" surrounding this plot make for striking viewing and have that touch of stylized madness found in only a handful of movies. (Fritz Lang's "Metropolis" and David Lynch's "Dune" are some of the few comparable efforts which spring to mind.) Adding to the almost-hypnotic effect is a somber, restrained, at times almost atonal music score.

Gordon Mitchell spends the entire movie in one of those "Hercules" loincloths and one never tires of looking at his bare torso which is often contorted into a variety of "bondage" positions.

Only in the final cataclysm do the proceedings become routine but for the most part this movie is one of the cinema's most eccentric flights of imagination.

This amounts to Fritz Langs' "Metropolis" (1927), mixed with a good dose of "sword and sandals" film, with plenty of cheesecake and beefcake.

In Atlantis Obro is on a quest to Metropolis, to warn its king Yotar that his misuse of science will cause the downfall of Metropolis and all its residents. Suddenly, Obro and companions are hit with a "magnetic death ray" that only Obro survives, the others being turned into skeletons. Obro is then taken by soldiers to the King, who has him selected for a brain transplant for his son, because Obro is of "superior blood". The whole film plays like a Flash Gordon serial.

Gordon Mitchell is a suitable hunk of beefcake, who throws soldiers and boulders around like they were toys. Rodalno Lupi bears a resemblance to Charles Middleton, who played Ming the Merciless in at least one Flash Gordon serial. Bella Cortez's Mesede resembles Princess Aura; here she is redeemed by her love for Obro.

The futuristic Art Direction is by Giorgio Giovannini, who worked with Mario Bava on 1965's "Planet of the Vampires", and other Bava films. The sets and set decoration borrow from the Mayans, Aztecs, Egyptians, and Chinese, depending on the scene.

The cinematography is by Mario Sensi. The wild color scheme resembles that of "Planet of the Vampires" (1965) and "Hercules in the Haunted World" (1961), except the dominant color is red instead of orange.

The script is wonderfully stupid. My favorite line; Obro to Mesede : "We're made alike!" Not really, although they both have big chests.

Watch for the wedding dance, and the swords that look like canoe paddles. Last half hour of the film must have used a ton of dry ice. In spite of being great fun, I can only give it a 4/10.

Along with THE FURY OF ACHILLES (1962), with which I should re-acquaint myself presently, this is perhaps muscle-bound and pug-ugly Gordon Mitchell's finest hour. The film is an intriguing mix of peplum and sci-fi: I purposefully watched it and the similar (and contemporaneous) L'ATLANTIDE on consecutive days but, in the long run, this is the one to blend the two more successfully (or, if you like, outrageously) by way of imaginative (if clearly cheap i.e. mostly model and matte shots!) and atmospherically-lit sets a' la the work of Mario Bava, weird (and curiously baggy) costumes, and even odd-shaped (to say nothing of unwieldy) weaponry; incidentally, in the opening text scroll, we are told that Metropolis is just another name for Atlantis! The name of the (futuristic) city involved, then, obviously evokes Fritz Lang's seminal masterwork from 1927 and this even does it outright homage by having Metropolis eventually submerged in water (supposedly the fate of the real 'Lost Continent').

Anyway, Mitchell arrives on the scene, ostensibly in search of a promised land, with a whole entourage – but, in the space of five minutes, his father has kicked the bucket of old age and exhaustion, the leader of an accompanying faction opts to go his own way, and the hero's two brothers have a literal meltdown due to the radioactive atmosphere surrounding Metropolis! His own constitution elicits fear and doubt in the mad ruler of the city: the latter is engaged in transplanting the brain of an ancient sage (whom he constantly visits for advise, so much for his supposed superiority!) into his own child-son; he has an elder daughter (who occasionally gratifies him with a sexy exotic dance!) and, following the mysterious death of his wife, married a woman several years his junior (whom he anxiously – and authoritatively – paws despite being obviously hated by her!). As for his subjects, these are a mass of anonymous zombies who invariably rally in the square opposite the palace to cheer or curse as the case may be (but with arms enthusiastically outstretched on both occasions!) – when he decides to revive a former lieutenant of his, however, he is repaid by the latter's conspiring with Mitchell et al to thwart his evil plans!

To get back to the hero, he is imprisoned (via a temperature-altering beam of light, which has him make funny faces whilst appearing to be choking!) and forced into shows-of-strength with a variety of mutant monsters: a giant, which he fells with the over-sized skeletal jaw of some unidentified animal, and a horde of cannibalistic pygmies! Eventually, he meets and conquers – in the romantic sense, naturally – the King's female offspring (she pines for the outside world when shown furtive glimpses of it)…while her step-mom succumbs to suicide by poison rather than reveal the escaped Mitchell's whereabouts. To make matters worse for the King, Metropolis is apparently under constant threat from the elements, specifically Equatorial disorder (which he has scientists continually observe through a periscope and insistently urges them to come up with a solution to the imminent catastrophe!)…and, when one had thought his spirits could not sink any lower, he is haunted by his father's ghost (clearly disapproving of his toying with the Laws of Nature)!

Umberto Scarpelli stepped infrequently in the director's chair (THE GIANT OF METROPOLIS –reasonably engaging but invincibly juvenile such as it is – was the last of only 5, for 3 of which he actually shared the credit with somebody else!); incidentally, the producer/co-writer of the film under review was Emimmo Salvi, who would himself graduate to helming a variety of low-brow "Euro-Cult" fare and worked 6 times in all with the star – a viewing of one of these, THE TREASURE OF THE PETRIFIED FOREST (1965), followed the very next day...

One of my sci-fi/horror/fantasy reviews written 50 years ago: Directed by Umberto Scarpelli; Produced by Emmimo Salvi, released in America as "Giant of the Metropolis" by Seven Arts Productions. Screenplay by Gino Stafford, Emmimo Salvi, Ambrogio Molteni, Sabatino Ciuffini and Oreste Paiella; Photography by Oberdan Troiani; Edited by Franco Fraticelli; Music by Armando Trovajoli; English Dubbing director: Richard McNamara; English Dubbing Script: John Davis Hart. Starring: Gordon Mitchell, Bella Cortez, Roldano Lupi and Carlo Tamberlani.

Combination science fiction and muscleman-in-loincloth feature, where feudalistic state of the future's scientists/priests experiment with immortality.

Co.