Hercule contre les fils du soleil

Hercules gets shipwrecked on the western coast of south America and meets the rightful ruler of the Inca Empire. Hercules teaches the Inca warriors how to build war machines such as a giant siege tower that they use to take back their kingdom. Giuliana Gemma plays the rebel prince. Gemma became a big star in the Spaghetti Westerns and the producers of this movie changed all of their posters to show Gemma as the star and not Mark Forest. The entire story is a bit far fetched but the over all action and battles are very enjoyable. I recommend you see this entry into the Hercules franchise.

This peplum, set in Inca country, is one of a handful which tried to give novelty to the tired formula by changing the locale (or the era) in which they were set: similarly freewheeling entries in the genre took place in China (including Riccardo Freda’s SAMSON AND THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD [1961]), another in full 17th Puritan atmosphere (THE WITCH’S CURSE [1962], coincidentally also by Freda), etc.

However, it’s not enough to alter the background if the plotting remains the same old juvenile nonsense! In this case, Hercules is shipwrecked and immediately clashes with the locals yet helped by their rivals (led by Giuliano Gemma, still a year away from attaining genuine stardom with the first Ringo Spaghetti Western). Apparently, for all their architectural know-how, the Incas are still a backward people when it comes to warfare (given the surprising number on display here, they’re seemingly more interested in raising llamas than anything else) – so that it takes Hercules to update their weaponry and organize the surprise attack on the usurper!

As always, the faded pan-and-scan print and English dubbing do the film no favors – but it’s hurt all the more by a threadbare narrative (which extends merely to a princess being rescued from the sacrificial altar, naturally falling for the strapping foreigner at first sight, and the obligatory battle at the climax) padded with a couple of idiotic dances (which are interminable, to boot), and lifeless handling. Incidentally, the Hercules in this one – Mark Forest (who had already played the role in Vittorio Cottafavi’s minor but delirious GOLIATH AND THE DRAGON [1960]) – is atypically clean-shaven: apparently, the film-makers thought his customary bearded look would jar with the generally exotic ambiance!

For the record, I was unfamiliar with director Civirani or, for that matter, leading lady Anna Maria Pace – the former’s work here doesn’t indicate anything more than a journeyman talent but the latter, at least, has the (agreeably darkened) looks to counter a rather stilted performance! Another ‘fault’ I regularly notice in this type of low-brow entertainment (but which, more often than not, translates into a fun booster for the viewer) is that the action sequences tend to come across as unintentionally comical – in the enthusiasm, or lack thereof, displayed by the extras or stunt people!

It's not going to be "perfect" as it's just a fantasy film really. One can overlook the fact everyone in the film understands the same language, when this would be a language barrier in real life. Hercules is the only survivor of a shipwreck, and he's in the Americas. He encounters Incas and helps them rescue a princess and fight the evil king who shouldn't be on the throne. There was a lot of props made for this, and some friendly interactions. It's sort of fantasy but mostly action without magic. The film makes you realise how Hercules is the most kindest European man the ancient Incas ever met. He was the only white man the Incas should have met.

So there's this mythical strongman, see, and he likes sailing the seven seas with his Greek buddies. One day a big storm comes along and WHAM: they're shipwrecked and get washed ashore in sunny South America! Everyone dies except Hercules who get's rescued by the natives who enlist his aid in overthrowing the local tyrant. There's some wacky homoerotic ritual sacrifices and lots of battle sequences, and to top it all off, the film ends with some spectacular travelogue footage of snowcapped Peruvian mountains and a llama! WOW!

History takes another setback as Hercules finds himself in the land of the Incas, shipwrecked he meets the true king of the Incas who has been deposed by a tyrant luckily for him they all speak perfect English or dubbed Italian if you prefer,very badly filmed and acted even by Italian standards and the music score just does not fit in with the film,check the sacrifice ritual dance and you will see what I mean, the only redeeming feature is the colourful Inca costumes,very poor all round,curious also to find out that our hero played by the handsome Mark Forest only took these parts to finance his opera singing!, something he still does to this day.