The Adventurers

Odd blending of Hollywoodized soap opera and Sam Peckinpah-ish nihilistic slaughter

RELEASED IN 1970 and directed by Lewis Gilbert, "The Adventurers" chronicles the life of Dax Xenos (Bekim Fehmiu) who, as a little boy in 1945, witnesses the violent deaths of his mother & sister during a revolution in the fictional South American country Corteguay. Much later, as an ambassador’s son in Rome, he’s an emotionally cold playboy who marries solely for wealth (Candice Bergen), but he’s haunted by Corteguay and maintains relations with the dubious dictator (Alan Badel). Ernest Borgnine plays Dax’ spiritual guardian, Fat Cat.

The movie’s based on Harold Robbins’ book of the same title, which was loosely based on the real-life Porfirio Rubirosa, an oft-married wealthy playboy, diplomat and polo player who had a relationship with the dictator of the Dominican Republic, Rafael Trujillo.

“The Adventurers” is a curious amalgamation of Hollywood soap opera (e.g. 1967’s “Valley of the Dolls”) and Italo-Western-like slaughter with a Euro-robot as the leading man. The movie vacillates between starving children in South America, disco-a-go-go fashion shows in Rome or New York, machine-gun massacres, hedonistic sex romps and the disingenuous courting of rich women. It’s basically a wannabe "Doctor Zhivago" (1965), but lacking that iconic picture’s surreal and compelling artistry.

The spectacularly engineered battle sequences were created by the James Bond stunt-genius Bob Simmons, featuring hundreds of real men (played by actual Columbian militants), real tanks, real trains and real planes, all getting blown to pieces before your very eyes with absolutely no CGI.

The above reveals many points of interest, but I was well into the second half of the almost-3-hour flick when I realized that none of the characters interested me, particularly the protagonist. I’m not sure if the problem was the script, the story or the actor (Fehmiu), but the drama came across consistently...