Sette contro la morte

First of all I'm the biggest John Saxon fan in the whole world. I can't think of a time when this guy showed up and didn't do his job-wasn'' convincing in a role? Never!

Big budget!! US Givt war footage, which these guys could never afford, mixed in with like a cheap shot of bricks falling from a truck. (The cars they use are so old and decrepit, it's funny)

But I'm pretty sure the whole purpose of this movie is for someone to see as much nakediditty as Rosanna Schiaffino / censors will allow.

I walked away from the movie for a couple minutes, you know multitasking, this is the first movie I can think of that sounds like it's dubbed...and it's not.

Really wretched. Really wretched.

The Cavern is a poignant movie which is much more about character development and human interactions than it is about action/adventure. The setting is a diverse group being trapped in a cave along with a huge supply of food, munitions, and other supplies. I do not want to reveal any spoilers, but several of the scenes in this movie stayed with me for over forty years. A excellent movie. Hard to find it on any streaming services, which is a shame. I think it might be in the public domain, but I am not sure of that. If you can find it, or see it is playing, record it and make sure to give it a watch. Well worth the time.

There's a distinct spatial austerity in The Cavern (Sette contro la morte, 1964), one that doesn't merely result from budgetary limitations but arises organically from its narrative premise. The war is not externalized through battles or front lines, but internalized in a subterranean chamber where a disparate group of individuals is trapped-physically by a collapsed mountain, but morally and emotionally by the erosion of social order. This naturally imposes a kind of theatricality upon the mise-en-scène, one that is not stylized but imposed, like the walls of the cave itself. The camera's options are restricted, but this restriction becomes expressive. Characters are blocked in tight compositions, arranged often in tableau, where movement is minimal and meaning derives from gesture, silence, and spatial relation. It's a theatricality born of necessity, reminiscent of stagecraft in its constraint, but grounded by the rawness of the setting.

This kind of enclosed war cinema invites a very specific kind of performance: not the expansive, action-oriented mode of battlefield narratives, but the slow-burning, tension-fed presence typical of ensemble drama. The cast in The Cavern is composed almost like the setup to a joke-an Italian, a German, an Englishman, an American, and a Canadian walk into a cave-but that comic premise is dismantled almost immediately by the weight of circumstance. What begins as a symbolic gathering of nations becomes a crucible where ideology, trauma, guilt, and cultural friction collapse onto one another.

The performances reflect this shift. They are restrained, but not minimalistic-delivered with the awareness that every spoken line echoes in stone, that every silence hangs in air too thick with shared dread. The psychological decay is not performed in explosive breakdowns but in accumulated micro-fissures. The space itself dictates the tone, compressing behavior and limiting expression. Dialogue becomes the primary mode of interaction, but even dialogue is taut and reluctant, as if language itself is wearing thin.

There's a long-standing tradition in WWII cinema of stories built around forced cohabitation under pressure-films that could, structurally, be transplanted to the stage with little loss of effect. The Cavern belongs firmly in this tradition. While the camera occasionally finds expressive angles or moments of compositional interest, the essence of the film is closer to chamber drama than traditional war epic. The setting transforms the characters into involuntary performers in a stripped-down moral theatre, where each must negotiate personal trauma, cultural prejudice, and the slow collapse of etiquette and decency under survival stress.

This sensibility is closely shared with Ninety Minutes (Noventa minutos, 1949), a Spanish film that confines a group of civilians to a basement in London during a bombing raid, after which they discover they may have only a short time to live. As in The Cavern, the suspense is not driven by enemy presence or external escalation, but by internal unraveling. Both films construct a moral topography out of confined space, revealing how proximity under duress transforms class difference, national prejudice, and personal guilt into combustible elements. The theatricality in Ninety Minutes is slightly more formalized-its origin in Spanish postwar stage tradition is evident-but the emotional mechanics are uncannily similar: war reduces people to their barest ethical choices when the world above collapses.

Equally relevant is Lifeboat (1944), a film that, despite being set adrift at sea, constructs a microcosmic war within a lifeboat. The connection with The Cavern lies in the dramaturgy of entrapment and the way both films strip away the operational war to expose the psychological. In both cases, disparate individuals from different backgrounds are forced into intimate proximity, where the enemy is no longer a uniformed other, but each other's history, ideology, weakness, or resolve. Stylistically, Lifeboat is more polished and consciously composed, but the moral geometry it explores-between survival, manipulation, sacrifice, and suspicion-runs parallel to what The Cavern develops in its earthbound, darker register.

Direction in The Cavern wisely refuses to embellish the scenario. There's no overt stylization, no visual flourish. The lighting is stark and functional, enhancing the grain of the rock, the sweat on foreheads, the dirt accumulating on skin and conscience. Rather than manipulating emotion, the film positions the viewer as yet another occupant of the cave-unable to intervene, forced to watch the slow erosion of civility. Editing serves this strategy: transitions are unobtrusive, rhythm is slow but steady, reinforcing the sense of time as both meaningless and oppressive.

One could argue that the film's true realism is not visual, but psychological. It doesn't concern itself with historical accuracy in uniforms or procedures, but it does capture with uncomfortable fidelity the feeling of being cut off-from the world, from purpose, from clarity. In that sense, it avoids the heroic and leans into the tragic-not as spectacle but as stagnation. There's no redemptive arc, no cathartic climax. The war is not happening outside; the war is happening here, in the cave, among these few bodies, in the disintegration of trust, the quiet births of hatred, the fevers of guilt.

This sensibility is consistent with the broader cultural mood of 1964, particularly in European cinema. The memory of the war was by then shifting: no longer a fresh trauma, but not yet a sanitized memory. A film like The Cavern emerges from that liminal space. Its message isn't patriotic nor accusatory, but existential. It belongs to that specific strain of WWII cinema which does not seek to reconstruct history, but to examine what history did to the human interior. The fact that the film was shot in stark black-and-white, despite being made well into the color era, is telling. It isn't an aesthetic nostalgia-it's a philosophical position.

What the film ultimately reveals is a paradox: that claustrophobia, when rendered with honesty, can paradoxically open a vast emotional and ethical landscape. By removing the usual tools of war cinema-movement, scale, spectacle-it forces attention onto the smallest details: a glance withheld, a ration shared, a silence after a confession. That is where this film finds its power-not in grand narratives of conflict, but in the granular truth of endurance.

I was going to give this movie a 5 and say, "This is a solid 5!" Then I decided that if it's such a solid 5, why don't I give it a 6?

Why?, you may ask.

I watched it on FX cable last night, having missed the first 10 minutes or so. They were already trapped in the cavern. In a few minutes I was hooked. I happened across it again a few hours later just after the credits and caught the first few minutes until I was up with where I came in. Then I almost sat to watch it again. That alone says something.

Let's get some things out of the way about this film. This is in the public domain. It was shot in 1.85:1, but was broadcast in 4:3. It was broadcast on an HD channel, but still looked as if I was watching it through a silk screen. It may have been a 16mm transfer or a multigenerational copy.

Do not judge a book by its cover.

Many of the comments here about weakness in the script, character motivations and low budget production values are reasonable, but with a caveat. Many of those bad character decisions or odd motivations take place after being trapped in the cavern for weeks and months. When that is taken into account, some of the irrationality might be excused, or at least rationalized.

The cast is actually quite good, though half are likely unknown to most viewers.

The early exterior shots are not encouraging. The opening few minutes which set up the story look low budget. One German soldier stopped his motorcycle to give a report to an officer. After the report, he couldn't restart it, but they kept the "take".

Once the main characters are trapped in the cavern, however, the low budget matters less than the story.

Not everyone survives, and heroes and not-so-much heroes may not be who you expect. But that's a large part of what makes the film engaging.

It won't be the best ~80 minutes of your life, but it won't be a waste.

PS: One of these actors went on to a long-term gig as host of "Hollywood Squares". See if you can spot him. Another went on to be an iconic character on the TV series "Dallas". And this will be one of Brian Aherne's last roles, and not bad though certainly not his best.

A motley group of friends and foes during World War 2 are trapped in The Cavern during the Italian campaign. Junior officers and enlisted men, a woman Rosanna Schiaffino and a British general Brian Aherne. General Aherne tries to enforce some discipline, but is more concerned with making sure they all know rank has its privileges.

Some Axis folks buried a large quantity of ammunition in the place also and apparently forgot it. And I would think that if a general goes MIA the British would be making a 'no stone left unturned' search for him.

Not to mention the presence of one attractive woman amongst a few soldiers with some needs.

This was one mediocre war film.