This could have been a good, although not great flick IF its producers had resisted including the mandatory "love story" component.
Sinatra was a crooner, never an actor, who was able to get by and even be entertaining with a good supporting cast. He has one here with Steve McQueen as the standout.
Gina Lollobrigida was never anything more than a pair of boobs with legs.
These two could never have handled a GOOD script. Their personal chemistry was zero, and the painful, stilted meanderings that pass for their love scenes are downright painful to watch.
Fortunately we now have the technology to spare ourselves such things. I gleefully advance through every scene with Old Blue-Eyes and Boobs Walking.
Confine your viewing to Sinatra and his Kachins and you actually have a pretty good movie.
Sinatra was a crooner, never an actor, who was able to get by and even be entertaining with a good supporting cast. He has one here with Steve McQueen as the standout.
Gina Lollobrigida was never anything more than a pair of boobs with legs.
These two could never have handled a GOOD script. Their personal chemistry was zero, and the painful, stilted meanderings that pass for their love scenes are downright painful to watch.
Fortunately we now have the technology to spare ourselves such things. I gleefully advance through every scene with Old Blue-Eyes and Boobs Walking.
Confine your viewing to Sinatra and his Kachins and you actually have a pretty good movie.