This is the one where the scientific formula/piece of new technology/vital ingredient that could win the war/prevent the war/save the planet perm any two from three is stolen in the first reel and paves the way for a 'quest' movie. In a half decent movie we actually care about more than the chase, in a movie like this we don't even care about the chase. The acting is as wooden as the Christmas trees the Norwegian government sends to London every year. Jack Warner once chased John McCallum all over the East End in It Always Rains On Sunday now they're comrades in arms chasing after McCallum's wife and assistant who are on their way to Russia with the end product of McCallum's research. Eventually they stumble onto a valley where the residents shun guns as hunting weapons lest they cause an avalanche; instead they breed eagles and train them to kill wolves. It's different, I'll grant you, but not enough to rescue this inept, ineffectual film that I doubt if anyone involved would wish to flaunt on their CVs.
Review of Valley of the Eagles
