The Adventurers is a classic monument to bad taste. Film is marked by profligate and squandered production opulence; inferior, imitative and curiously old-hat direction; banal, ludicrous dialog; sub-standard, lifeless and embarrassing acting; cornball music; indulgent, gratuitous and boring violence; and luridly non-erotic sex.

The Adventurers is a classic monument to bad taste. Film is marked by profligate and squandered production opulence; inferior, imitative and curiously old-hat direction; banal, ludicrous dialog; sub-standard, lifeless and embarrassing acting; cornball music; indulgent, gratuitous and boring violence; and luridly non-erotic sex.

Harold Robbins guess-who novel about the jet set and South American politics was as commercial as it was trashy; film version may be fairly said to make the novel look better.

Story depicts the life of a South American playboy who, if one were to swallow the specious sociology, was a victim of childhood traumas which crystalized revolutionary violence and brutal rape.

On the romantic front there is Candice Bergen, about the only principal to salvage anything from the film, playing a fabulously wealthy girl who marries the hero, but loses their baby in a swing accident, becomes barren, and eventually turns lesbian.

The Adventurers

Production

Paramount. Director Lewis Gilbert; Producer Lewis Gilbert; Writer Michael Hastings, Lewis Gilbert; Camera Claude Renoir Editor Anne Coates; Music Antonio Carlos Jobim Art Tony Masters

Crew

(Color) Widescreen. Available on VHS. Extract of a review from 1970. Running time: 171 MIN.

With

Bekim Fehmiu Charles Aznavour Alan Badel Candice Bergen Thommy Berggren Ernest Borgnine
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