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This is a highly underated film. For those of you who love Hard action films , this is perfect. Peter Hunt gives the procedings a no frills, lean and mean pace. He brilliantly captures the tough World the characters live in. I loved the first film, this isn't as good but is entertaining enough. It is very much like 'Who dares Wins' in its uncinical approach to fast and heavy violence. The characters are not nice people so there is little love loss between them. Scott Glenn plays the lead Emotionless and I believe this is done on purpose.

Not good, but not too bad. Takes a while to get going, but then the action is pretty good. Ending is a bit lame, and unnecessary. The movie could have been ended 10-15 minutes earlier.

This inferior sequel deals about a new group of the much-wanted mercenaries (Scott Glenn, Edward Fox, John Terry among others) assigned by a rich television network (Robert Webber, Barbara Carrera) to free famous arch-Nazi war criminal Rudolph Hess.

The film is packed with noisy action, thrills, suspense, tension and lots of violence . It contains uncomfortable mix of flaws and gaps with little believable situations and is badly developed. The picture is middling directed by Peter Hunt who made one of the best Bond films : ¨On her majestic's secret service ¨, furthermore ,¨Death hunt¨ and ¨Shout the devil¨. The movie is dedicated to Richard Burton , he played the original film (along with Roger Moore, Hardy Kruger,Richad Harris, Stewart Granger), that was better than you would expect.

Adding more details about those described on the movie regarding Rudolph Hess - very well played by Laurence Olivier- and his Spandau prison, the events were the following : Hess was privately distressed by the war with Great Britain, because he, like almost other Nazis , hoped that would accept Germany as an ally . He thought to score a diplomatic victory by sealing a peace and attempted to contact the Duke of Hamilton in Scotland. On 10 May 1941 , Hess took off in a Messerschmitt. Hess parachuted over Renfrewshire , Scotland, there a farmer named David McLain declared to have arrested Hess with his pitchfork. Hess then became a defendant at the Nuremberg trial of the International Military Tribunal where in 1946 was found guilty on two counts and he was given a life sentence. On 1987 , Hess died while under four power imprisonment at Spandau prison in west Berlin , at the age 93. He was found with an electric cord wrapped around his neck. Spandau prison was subsequently demolished to prevent it from becoming a shrine

As a fan of the original "Wild Geese," I couldn't help but be crushingly disappointed by this disjointed, boring "sequel." Scott Glen goes through the film as if on Prozac and Barbara Carrera is strictly no-talent eye-candy. Edward Fox looks bored in yet another of his Jackal-ripoff roles. As for Laurence Olivier as Hess, well, it looks like he thought he would reprise his embarrassing performance as Neil Diamond's father in the 1980 "Jazz Singer." This was just one more of the many child-support-and-alimony-payments-are-due roles that crowded the end of his otherwise distinguished career.

Yes, Richard Burton died before filming this (he's only seen in the pre-title sequence that is footage from the first Wild Geese film---and really of no consequence to the sequel's story). Perhaps Burton saw the script for this mess and realized there was no reason to go on living. There is certainly no reason to go on watching this thing, that's for sure. It's all about some muddled kidnapping of Rudolf Hess from Spandau prison. Seems the British, the Germans, the Soviets and the scriptwriter all want to have a hand in either killing or keeping Hess alive. When we finally get a look at Hess, after 90+ minutes of tedious intrigue, it turns out that that the kidnappers have goofed and grabbed Sir Laurence Olivier instead---and not the good Olivier, but the decrepit 'Jazz Singer' version. Sir Larry, that sly ol' dog, thinks he can fool us with a Hess-like unibrow and that 'Marathon Man' German accent, but we're not buying it. The kidnappers aren't either and dump Sir Larry/Hess at the French Embassy in Berlin. The real Hess died in 1987 (hung himself in his cell, perhaps after viewing this film) and Olivier followed in 1989. Time passages.....

Oh, there is something of interest in this film, at least for fanciers of woodworking. That would be Scott Glenn's performance. There is a point in the film where he appears badly injured but I'm thinking it's a cover-up for an obvious case of attack by termites. At one risible point, the benumbed Glenn re-tells his sorrowful back-story of family slaughter to Carrera with the closing line: "Death ate its way into me." That's code for termites. Or perhaps Novocaine ate its way into him. Glenn had already tried out his zombie-style "acting" before in 'The Keep', but this is the topper: you'll be hard-pressed to find a more appallingly flat performance recorded on film. At least Edward Fox (doing his 'Day of The Jackal' thing) is lively. Otherwise you get Robert Webber literally phoning in his performance, all two minutes of it, and Patrick Stewart doing a small bit (complete with bad accent) as a Soviet military man, and Stratford Johns practically faxing Sydney Greenstreet from the dead as a chuckling, gargantuan wheeler-dealer. Paul Antrim gets the Sergeant Major Harry Andrews part, and Derek Thompson gets the nonsensical IRA soldier gig. For some reason Thompson's character, in his attempts to sneak away to report to his superiors, feels the need to keep spiking Fox's character with LSD. Guess the IRA frowns on complicated solutions... like using sleeping pills. And there's also the main caper requiring our heroes to impersonate British soldiers, but Glenn can't even manage the slightest accent. Somehow the real British soldiers guarding Hess, when confronted by the very out-of-place Glenn shouting at them with his harsh American accent, do his bidding without question. Well, at least there is a bright side: there hasn't been a Wild Geese III. Yet.