Donald Hodson

Sinbad Of The Seven Seas Review

By Keith Breese

Terrible

I don't know why I subject myself to these movies. Sure, there's the camp factor, the kitsch taste, the party jokes, the nostalgia, but in the end I'm not sure it's worth wasting brain cells on this tripe. Maybe I've gotten a little more cynical, maybe my interest has simply waned but right now there is nothing more painful than a bad Italian peplum.

Um, I've already slipped into geek speak. Peplum, that's the "fancy" word for "sword and sandal" flicks like Steve Reeves' 1960s Hercules films. Most of the most popular peplums (believe it or not there is (or was, it's been a while since I looked) a 'zine devoted to the study of them) involve hordes of barbarians, Romans, infidels, or nameless thugs battling lone supermen in loincloths. These are mythic tales told with shoestring budgets and dubbed. They are quite a bit of fun after a few beers but watching them sober is quite dangerous.

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