What makes a film crew, living a stones-throw away from the real Mexico, book a flight all the way to Spain to film a movie about the Mexican revolution? I don't know, but they sure had a lot of fun, especially Burt Reynolds and Fernando Lamas, who's half-breed redneck and bloodthirsty general characters are way more interesting than those of top-billed Jim Brown and Raquel Welch. In fact, it's easy to see here why Burt seemed to rule the big screen in the nineteen-seventies.
The violence is potent and the pace is breezy enough for the most part. The only real drawback is the sense of deja-vu that hangs over the proceedings. I mean, we've been down this revolutionary road a lot, in about a million other movies, with varying degrees of success.
One point of interest for some is the appearance of tragic Spanish starlet Soledad Miranda, who appears in her only non-dubbed English-speaking role as Burt's gloriously unclothed bedmate. She really should have been in the rest of the movie!
The violence is potent and the pace is breezy enough for the most part. The only real drawback is the sense of deja-vu that hangs over the proceedings. I mean, we've been down this revolutionary road a lot, in about a million other movies, with varying degrees of success.
One point of interest for some is the appearance of tragic Spanish starlet Soledad Miranda, who appears in her only non-dubbed English-speaking role as Burt's gloriously unclothed bedmate. She really should have been in the rest of the movie!