Maciste nas Minas do Rei Salomão

Heavy and slow-moving as its beefy star Reg Park, "Maciste nelle miniere di re Salomone" is one of the least attractive pepla I have seen. The bad impression is worsened by the prejudice contained in the narration and in the depiction of the African tribes. If British Park, who looks like a mammoth version of Terry-Thomas, is not appealing as a mythological hero, Italian director Piero Rognoli thinks otherwise, setting his camera in the weirdest places to show the bodybuilder's neck, back muscles or nipples, or making him repeat scenes from other films that do not improve a bit from the original: fighting a lion (already seen in a dozen of films, done by Victor Mature, Steve Reeves, Mark Forest, Ed Fury and others), or having horses hitched to his wrists, as the animals pull in opposite directions. And what is worst is that the film editor seems to have no idea of how to cut parallel actions in tension-filled sequences, as when Abucar, the young co-lead (Bruno Piergentili, billed as Dan Harrison) is about to be killed, while Maciste takes an eternity to reach the city and try to save him; or when the evil queen Fazira (Wandisa Guida, wearing a towering black wig) and throne usurper Riad (Elio Jotta, billed as Leonard G. Smith) decide to bath maid Samara (Eleonora Bianchi) in liquid gold "a la Goldfinger", as it takes ages to free Maciste from the gold anklet that has made him forget his identity. Add Francesco de Masi's pastiche score and start counting the minutes. If you are a peplum completist or share Arnold Schwarzenegger's admiration for Park, watch "Maciste nelle miniere di re Salomone". Otherwise, go to the beach.

Reg Park had the body for these "Hercules" movies -- providing you like 'em bulky and beefy -- but he had neither the face nor the personality nor the talent. It takes nearly half-an-hour for him to make his first appearance here and when he does, he adds virtually nothing to the proceedings.

This means the movie must survive on its peripheral values and it does have a few of those. The African setting is at least a bit different and there's an impressively-large sculpture of an Egyptian head that can be retracted into a wall to reveal a secret passageway underneath. While Wandisa Guida makes for a rather glum heroine, Eleonora Bianchi adds zest to her role as the evil usurper and the unconvincingly-named "Dan Harrison" serves as an appealing young hero.

As usual in these affairs, there's a strong dose of male bondage-and-torture. Reg Park gets tied between two teams of horses which are supposed to pull him apart like a Thanksgiving wishbone, but a similar scene in Steve Reeves' "Goliath and the Barbarians" did a better job of it. Dan Harrison gets whipped in a dungeon but, strange, the bloody marks on his back don't change one bit no matter how many times the whip strikes him. Then Harrison is chained to the wall of an arena so that he can be both stabbed and crushed by a contraption which is slowly propelled toward him. It's part of the movie's problem with its leading man that in this scene, a sweat-covered Harrison -- stripped to a loincloth to reveal an adequate but unspectacular physique -- is far sexier and more attractive than Reg Park could ever hope to be.

This 1964, Sword & Sandal saga's most unintentionally hilarious moment took place when Maciste (Reg Park) suddenly came out of the deep trance-like state that the beautiful, but wicked, Queen Fazira had put him under.

You really have to see the goofy and totally unconvincing expression on Park's beefy face for yourself to know what I'm talking about here. But, believe me, it's a real hoot of some of the most embarrassingly incompetent acting that you're ever gonna see.

From start to finish, this dreary Italian production (whose outdoor scenes were shot in South Africa) was a blundering mess of stale storytelling that purposely threw in a couple of scenes of whippings and torture in a lame attempt to try to generate some viewer interest.

Yes. It was nice to see the tall giraffes at such a close range. And, yes, the 2 darling lion cubs were certainly mighty cute, little critters, indeed - But, as far as the rest of the movie went - It sucked, big-time.

Muscleman, Reg Park (at 6'1" & 230 lb) was 36 (and in top physical shape as a bodybuilder) at the time of this picture. In 2007, at the age of 79, Reg Park died from skin cancer.

Hmmm. Reg Park certainly looked the part as the muscle man dragooned - thanks to a magical anklet - into working in the mines of the nasty "Queen Fazira" (Wandisa Guida) after he had travelled all the way deep into the jungle to rescue his fellow prisoners. They are all digging like mad in the hope that they can find the legendary treasure of the biblical king, but thus far aren't having too much luck. She's getting fed up waiting so he'd better get a move on, or better yet - find some way to remove his malicious enchantment so he can start throwing the polystyrene scenery around and get into the action. Aside from the ropey production standards and the equally over-scripted dialogue, that's really the problem here. What action there is is largely reserved for the last ten minutes and by then the whole thing is entirely procedural. What this does have in it's favour is a bit more quality from the studio sets, and some imagination has certainly gone into these to give the thing a better look than many of this genre, but little use is made of any real African scenarios and the stage-bound nature of the storytelling robs this of most of it's pace or distinctiveness. It's an hybrid of ideas and well trammelled stories that seems a good deal longer than ninety minutes.

King Zelea (Carlo Tamberlini) is celebrating 20 years on the throne, and despite sitting on the fabulous wealth of King Solomon, mining is banned by royal command, with Tamberlini determined to shield his people from the corrupting influence of the precious metal.

However, the scheming advisor Riad (Elio Jotta) has other ideas, and he plans to take the throne by aligning himself with the outlaw band of warrior queen Fazira (Wandisa Guida).

The murdered king's young son escapes with a young woman from the court, seeking assistance from legendary strongman, Maciste...

Maciste in King Solomon's Mines starts out really well, then diverts in to a travelogue of Africa with lions and cubs, then a little Tarzan with the African tribes, and then finally Reg Park appears as Maciste, though the focus is on the two villains - Wandisa Guida as bad girl Fazira and Riad the greedy advisor, and to be honest, they add meat to the well-worn picture which isn't taut enough and comes across as tired.

But there are some good points such as superb cinematography, location and the interior sets of the temple - the huge statue that leads to the mines is impressive and adds atmosphere. Also, Reg Park physically works hard in this adventure/sword and sandal hybrid: he proves his strength trapped in a cage of spikes with two teams of horses trying to tear him in two, gets to demolish the giant statue in the temple, and suffers the effects of a hypnotic drug administered via a combination of a poisoned garland of flowers and a magical ankle bracelet.

It's acceptable peplum with some good moments but it lacks focus and comes across tired and not exciting.