La princesse de Samarcande

It's a good story but a bad script. This material could have been used better. An English ambassador with crusaders arrive at Samarkand to assize the armies and threats of the Mongols under Djenghis Khan in 1220 and succeed blatantly in disturbing the peace at court and upsetting all plans of the ruling Queen (Ann Blyth) and the Mongols. The characters are made more as types than characters, the intrigues peter out into small fry business, and in the fights and battles everyone is killed except the right ones. The script gives a very casual and superficial impression, although the Queen's character (Ann Blyth) is fascinating enough but should have been made so much more of. David Farrar is not up to his ordinary standard here but feels rather degraded in such a Hollywood cliché character as this. James Macready on the other hand is just the type for his scheming shaman in his weezy voice, and Djenghis Khan himself (Marvin Miller) is also good and convincing. In brief, this is no more than a casual spectacular entertainment providing a good story with many possibilities but giving the actors, in spite of their excellence, very little chance of proving their worth by a poor shorthand manuscript.

Where can we begin? This is the worst film of all time having anything to do with Genghis Khan. It is even worse than the Conqueror, the hilarious joke of a film trying to pawn off John Wayne as an Asian. It took a tremendous effort to be worse than that turkey, but this film achieves it. There will never be a film about the Mongols as bad as this in the history of cinema. My sides were splitting from the howls of laughter from the sublimely destitute dialogue. The conversation with the princess during a duel with a mongol was one of the silliest scenes I have ever seen on the big screen. It left me speechless; and that is a very hard thing to do.

This great and hokey adventure of all the ages is set in 1220 when the Genghis Khan armies invading Persia and leading to the gorgeous city of Samarkand in Central Asia. In Samarkand rules a beautiful princess called Shalimar, Anne Blyth. Just as the town is threatened by the cruel hordes of Genghis Khan there shows up a two-fisted knight from the East. Then the stubborn princess join forces a brave Crusader, David Farrar, and his underlings : Richard Egan, among others, against the Genghis Kan's son : Henry Brandon and other Tartars tribes led Tugluk : Howard Petrie.

It is a passable, fast moving and ordinary adventure movie that has not historical perspective and bears little relation to the authentic historic facts. Anne Blyth gives an acceptable acting as the lovely princess along with David Farrar as the valiant Crusader Sir Guy who wants to put up a rough battle against Tartars to impede Samarkan encroachment . Support cast is pretty good such as Richard Egan in a secondary role previous his successful appearance as a big star, Henry Brandon as Genghis's son, George Mcready as the cunning, treacherous Raven the Shaman, the wonderful Peggie Castle who died early, Howard Petrie as the leafer of the Kalmucos , Poodles as a Friar , Gregg Barton , George J Lewis, and Marvin Miller as Genghis Kahn, the greatest conqueror of all times.

It contains a rousing and thrilling musical score by Hans J. Salter, Universal's regular. It packs a colorful and brilliant cinematography in Technicolor by Russell Metty, filmed on location in California deserts. This is a typical spectacle financed by Universal International Pictures in its usual style, being well produced by Howard Christie and Robert Arthur. The motion picture was professional though uneven shot by George Sherman. He was a prolific and skill craftsman with a long career. At his starts he worked as a director assistant for Warner Brothers. He went on directing low budget 3 Musketeers series for Republic Pictures . He made all kinds of genres as Noir and thrillers : Jonny Dark, Target unknown , Westerns : Chief Crazy Horse, Comanche, Treasure of Pancho Villa, Dawn at Socorro, War arrow, Relentless, Calamity Jane, Cyclone Kid , Renegades, Daniel Boone TV series and his greatest hits as Big Jack and Comancheros with John Wayne. He also made some adventure movies such as The Son of Robin Hood, Against two flags, The veils of Bagdag and this The Golden Horde. He even made some films in Spain as Joaquin Murrieta, Buscame esa chica, and La nueva Cenicienta with Robert Conrad and Marisol . Rating 5.5/10. Passable, acceptable but mediocre.

In 1220, Sir Guy of Devon (David Farrar) and a small band of English crusaders arrive at Samarkand in Central Asia. The city and its ruling princess Shalimar (Ann Blyth) are threatened by Genghis Khan (Marvin Miller) and his hordes. Shalimar hopes to defeat the conqueror by guile, whilst Sir Guy prefers to put up a brave (if ultimately futile) fight. Despite the mutual attraction between Shalimar and Sir Guy, their differing methods threaten any hope either may have of victory.

The Golden Horde is a sort of film that Jon Hall and Maria Montez - Universal contract players of exotic adventure yarns - would star in, but here, David Farrar and the beautiful Ann Blyth who plays a shrewd Queen with a strong plan are in the lead. And they are great in their roles, though George Macready as a shaman in the Tartars' side steals the scene. It's a lively enough slice of escapism with amusing moments, lavish settings, glossy costumes, grand scenery, secret doorways and some decent action. Liked the bit where the arrows were fired through the hole in the slats.

I saw this about five years ago and don't remember the specifics, but I thought that Ann Blyth, whom I've always liked a lot, was very interesting in this role, as a very strong and forthright princess. She also looked beautiful in the costumes. I think she was far superior to the generally frazzled and annoyed Maureen O'Hara, and of course a better actress than campy Maria Montez, and should have been in perhaps a couple more costume dramas/exotic fantasies since she showed here that she had the capabilities of bringing such a character to life.