The narrative fluidity, using of myths for a statement on youth, so effective in Dennis Hopper’s Easy Rider are here overdone and film suffers from a multiplicity of themes, ideas and its fragmented style with flash-forwards intertwined.
Film begins with Hopper wandering all bloody among Peruvian Indians playing at filmmaking with cameras, booms, etc., made of rattan. A local priest complains of the violence the film people have left behind among his people whose playing at it leads to a kind of passion play and the hunted and finally crucified figure becomes Hopper.
Then a scene from the film shot there, a gun battle with horses falling and men bloodied. Sam Fuller plays a no-nonsense director with aplomb in these scenes. Hopper has the canteen, plays stuntman and stays on with a native girl, dreaming of building a resort and using the set for other productions. This does not pan out.
Stella Garcia is effective as the native girl who is not moved by the dead she does not know while Hopper has an American innocence tempered with violent rage when things go beyond his ken.