“Hercules
and the Captive Women†(1963), a sword-and-toga epic directed by Vittorio Cottafavi, has been released in
a Blu-ray special edition by The Film Detective.In the movie, a strange and seemingly
supernatural force from across the sea threatens ancient Greece.Troubled, the rival kings of the Greek
city-states gather to confront the problem.They do so in the same way that our modern leaders take the stage to
debate COVID relief, climate change, gun violence, and other crises.They posture, jeer at each other, and
dither.It’s left to King Androcles of
Thebes to set sail and figure out what’s going on.He seeks the help of his friend Hercules (Reg
Park), but the fabled strongman has promised his wife that he’ll stay home and
give up adventuring.Androcles can’t
even get the backing of his own advisors -- “the soothsayers, the senators, the
commanders of the army†-- so he’s left with a second-string crew of debtors
and jailbirds.Fortunately for the
success of his mission, Hercules comes along after all, although not of his own
choosing.With the help of Hercules‘
son, Illos, the king has drugged and shanghaied his friend.Not that the jovial Hercules seems to mind
when he wakes up after the ship is well out to sea.The decision was out of his hands, and his
friend needs his support.Anyway,
gorgeous wife back home or not, the legendary hero seems happy to get out of
the house.
Presently,
it’s revealed that the aggressor behind the weird phenomena is Antinea (Fay
Spain), the ruthless queen of Atlantis, who schemes to conquer the world.First, she needs to find the right consort
and grow her army of invincible warriors to large enough numbers.Androcles fails her test for a suitably
pitiless mate.He becomes an amnesiac
phantom who wanders her palace with a blank stare.She next approaches Hercules, but the
strongman is already committed to his wife, and besides, he wants nothing to do
with her scheme.Elsewhere on the
island, having rescued Antinea’s teenaged daughter Ismene from sacrifice, Illos
discovers a quarry where scores of starved and disfigured men are
imprisoned.Meanwhile, Hercules learns
that Atlantis harbors a stone with infernal properties.The stone formed from a drop of blood shed by
the god Uranus.Young boys are
confiscated from their families by Antinea and exposed to the stone’s
power.Those who succumb to the
radiation become supermen who join the expanding ranks of the queen’s
army.Those who resist it become
miserable scarecrows and are thrown into the pit with their predecessors.It’s up to Hercules in the usual formula of
such movies, from Steve Reeves’ “Hercules†in 1959 to Dwayne Johnson’s
incarnation in 2014, to administer justice and thwart Antinea’s tyrannical
plot.
“Hercules
and the Captive Women†debuted in Italy in 1961 as “Ercole
alla conquista di Atlantide,†at the height of the sword-and-sandal or “peplumâ€
genre.Released in the U.K. as “Hercules
Conquers Atlantis,†it impressed British critic Ian Cameron with the “strength
and economy†of Cottafavi’s direction.By the time it reached the U.S. in 1963 -- edited, dubbed, minus six
minutes of footage, and retitled by two B-movie entrepreneurs, Bernard and
Lawrence Woolner -- toga epics were already on the wane.I remember seeing the movie ad in the local
newspaper in July 1963.I was
interested, as what thirteen-year-old wouldn’t be?The ad showed a scantily clad blonde cowering
between a guy’s bare legs.She seems to
be staring up under the bottom of his tunic.A chalice dangles and drips suggestively from one of the guy’s hands.“Could she subdue this GIANT OF A MAN with
her SORCERY?’ the ad teased.I had other
(if not necessarily better) things to do that summer, so I never made it to the
movie theater.If I had, I probably
would have been duly entertained, notwithstanding that the ad art was something
of a bait-and-switch tactic.There isn’t
anything in the story that wouldn’t be PG-rated today, nor any “captive womenâ€
aside from the winsome Ismene.Still, I
would have been entertained by the fantasy elements of the story, including
Hercules’ fight with a shape-shifting god, Proteus, who looks like an elderly
man one minute, and then a lion, a vulture, a flame, and a horned monster the
next.As a kid, I had been disappointed
that some of the Italian-made Hercules, Goliath, and Samson sagas turned out to
be quasi-historical movies with no supernatural content, so I would have
welcomed the comic-book vibe of “Hercules and the Captive Women.â€I wasn’t familiar with Reg Park, who had been
Mr. Universe in 1951 and 1959, and later would become Arnold Schwarzenegger’s friend
and mentor in competitive bodybuilding, but I did know the gorgeous Fay
Spain.Fay guest-starred in nearly every
Western and Private Eye TV show in the late ‘50s and early ‘60s, sometimes
playing a good girl, sometimes a bad one.As in “Hercules and the Captive Women,†she was memorably sultry in
bad-girl roles.I definitely would not
have name-checked Gian Maria Volantè, nor probably would have any other casual
filmgoer in 1963.As the king of Sparta
in the scene where the monarchs assemble to argue the Atlantis problem, he has
seventeenth billing in the cast list.He swaggers and sneers through his two minutes of screen time as
flamboyantly as Sir Laurence Olivier playing royalty from Shakespeare.Maybe the classically trained Italian actor
was hoping the role, even if a minor one, would be a step up to bigger things.
But his breakout part, as the central villain in “A Fistful of Dollars,†was
still three years away.
The Film Detective’s Blu-ray special edition offers “Hercules
and the Captive Women†in the sort of dressed-to-the-nines package usually
reserved for more prestigious films.The
print is a 4K restoration from the original 35mm negative.If not as sharp as a transfer from today’s
digital prints of FX spectacles like “Wonder Woman 1984,†it’s nevertheless a
vast improvement over the way the film used to show up dismally on TV and
VHS.The always-informative Tim Lucas
provides audio commentary, and a new mini-documentary, “Hercules and the
Conquest of Cinema,†nicely summarizes the history of the peplum genre.There’s also an illustrated booklet by C.
Courtney Joyner, and, almost like the second feature on a double-bill, the
complete episode of “Mystery Science Theater 3000†from 1992 that made fun of
the movie.Predictably, Tom Servo,
Gypsy, and Crow are ready with a joke whenever Hercules and Antinea mention
“Uranus.â€At least “Uranus†is always
good for a laugh.After thirty years,
the other wisecracks involving “Bonanza,†Bob Dylan, “A Chorus Line,†and other
pop-culture relics will be as inscrutable to younger viewers as the ancient
inscriptions on the Parthenon.
"RETRO-ACTIVE: REVIEWS FROM THE CINEMA RETRO ARCHIVES"
BY LEE PFEIFFER
One retro movie that has not shown up on television is the 1972 screen adaptation of Philip Roth's notorious 1969 bestseller Portnoy's Complaint. The book was the subject of worldwide debate, praise and derision. The plot tells of a Jewish New Yorker's confessions to his analyst regarding his inner most fears, sexual fantasies and embarrassments. The book's content was truly shocking for its day, largely due to its unabashed depiction of young Portnoy's sexual obsessions that results in his having an erotic encounter with a piece of liver that later serves as the entree in the family dinner. The book traces Portnoy's "progression" into a series of failed relationships with women as he battles unrealistic sexual expectations, impotence and a constant sense of guilt due to his relationship with his overbearing, dominating mother. He seems to strike gold when he meets Mary Jane, a vivacious, if empty-headed young woman who is nick-named The Monkey because of her ability to carry out seemingly impossible sexual positions. Portnoy feels he has found the perfect woman: someone who lives for sex and who eschews traditional relationships. However, even this scenario turns sour when Mary Jane begins to pressure him to marry her, a quest that leads to unexpected tragedy. Roth's novel was praised universally by critics who found his ability to blend social and ethnic satire into what is essentially a penetrating look at the modern sexual psyche. Suddenly, women were being defined by their permissiveness and men were supposed to be supermen in the sack. Most of the controversy, however, stemmed from Roth's scathing dissection of how Portnoy's Jewish background becomes a virtual anchor around his neck, always haunting him with feelings of guilt despite the fact that he outrages his parents by proclaiming his atheism.
The film version of Portnoy's was met with universal scorn by both critics and the public. The main complaint about Complaint was that the brilliant screenwriter Ernest Lehman, who adapted the novel and made his directorial debut with this production, fell flat in conveying the wit of Roth's printed words onto the silver screen. It's a valid observation. Even today, Portnoy just seems like a smarmy dirty joke that goes on for an hour and a half, devoid of any real laughs or social observations. The scenes of Portnoy's obsession with masturbation as a teenager are cringe-inducing, as his family is subjected to his moans of pleasure from behind the bathroom door. (The notorious liver sequence is, fortunately, only described, not depicted.) Also, the scene in which an easy neighborhood girl's sexual encounter with young Portnoy results in his being blinded through emission of bodily fluids, is also rendered somewhat tame. However, these are about the only occasions when Lehman uses good taste. The rest of the film is a mish mosh of foul language, abusive relationships and awkwardly filmed fantasy sequences in which Portnoy is called to account by God. The film's modest storyline did not stop Warner Brothers from providing a sizable budget with locations filmed in Greece, Italy and Israel (in the latter sequence, Portnoy has a disastrous encounter with a free-spirited Israeli woman.) Curiously, the high budget didn't preclude some of the worst rear screen projection sequences seen in this era. Despite its many flaws, however, the movie has some aspects that can be recommended. Richard Benjamin has the unenviable task of playing the unlikable protagonist and he does a fine job. His ability to alternate between comedy and pathos was always his most enviable talent and the film's failures can't be laid at his doorstep. Similarly, Karen Black as Mary Jane gives one of the best performances of her career as the rough-around-the-edges woman of loose morals who pays tragically for her desire to want a fulfilling, loving relationship. The most distasteful sequences are those of Portnoy in the company of his aging, whining parents. Jack Somack is convincing as the grumpy dad whose daily battle with constipation has turned him into an ogre. However, Lee Grant is woefully miscast as the stereotypical Jewish mother. As Roger Ebert observed in his review of the film, the part cried out for Shelley Winters. Young Jill Clayburgh makes an impression as the Israeli object of Portnoy's perverted desire. Michel Legrand provides a typically lush, romantic score that seems oddly out of place in this most unromantic of movies, but there are some grace-saving scenes of Gotham in the early '70s that provide some entertaining distractions.
The Warner Archive has released Portnoy's Complaint as a burn to order title. Quality is very good on all counts, though there are no extras. The movie is the kind of curiosity that retro movie lovers will want to examine if for no other reason than to see one of the most groundbreaking films in terms of permissiveness of sexual situations and language.