Roger Corman's attempt to jump on the peplum bandwagon suffers from a lack of extras and genuine spectacle, as he himself admitted. There's too many scenes which look cheap - battles, crowd scenes. These are inherently expensive.
It's a shame because the film has a lot going for it. The basic story is good - Frank Wolff cons Michael Forrest (Atlas) to fight for him, and Forrest falls for Wolff's gal, Barbara Mouris. Woff is superb - hugely pleased with himself, evil, clever, sly. Forrest is okay a bit bland - the plot requires him to be an idiot for act two. Mouris is very good as a gangster's moll, basically - leggy, warm, fun, smart, haunted.
I did like the battle at the end from the US shot bits where Dick Miller can be seen fighting a few times.
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