Romulus and the Sabines (1961)

I love this movie so much

Excellent, Without a doubt!!

Pretty good movie overall. First half was nothing special but it got better as it went along.

It is encouraging that the film ends so strongly.Otherwise, it wouldn't have been a particularly memorable film

ROMULUS AND THE SABINES starts off on a strong footing as it keeps the action moving with plenty of peplum staples: there are plenty of gorgeous Italian women in low-cut dresses, sweaty guys on horseback, people chasing each other through the woods, and a little fighting here and there. The biggest novelty value of this film is the appearance of a pre-SAINT Roger Moore, playing Romulus, the founder of Rome! I admit I was a little bit sceptical of how Moore would 'fit' into a production like this, and it's hard to separate his suave, James Bond-type persona with the ancient hero and leader of men he plays here. Indeed Moore's character isn't much of a fighter either, preferring to spend his time seducing the ladies – so nothing new there then. However Moore's performance grew on me as the film went on, and it's as good an acting job as you'll find anywhere in a peplum film. And at least he dubs his own voice in this one.Otherwise the film is pretty low par, losing momentum about halfway through the proceedings and never really picking up from there. The simple story of kidnapped women isn't really enough to last the running time, so things are padded out with some laboured comedy involving a short-sighted comic character and an Amazon-type woman who only really appears at the beginning and end of the production. The filmmakers attempt to inject some excitement into the proceedings with a last-reel mass battle, but it ends on a ludicrous note – the attackers suddenly deciding they don't want to attack, after all – and unwisely takes place at night time, somewhat ruining the spectacle of guys getting arrows through their necks and women dying to protect their lovers.Aside from Moore, the film boasts plenty of decent roles for women, who take more of the centre stage here than usual. The likes of the classically beautiful Mylene Demongeot and Giorgia Moll certainly make this film easy on the eye. Folco Lulli gives Moore a run for his money as the wise king of Sabinia and there are cameo appearances from French star Jean Marais as Moore's father, who coincidentally is Mars, God of War! It's a shame the plot wasn't a little more involving, as with the talent involved it could have been something special.

childish, heroic in few moments but not impressive. testimony of a time , in which blockbusters are skin for historical subjects, it is seductive only for cast. and for ambiguous intentions of director. sure, Roger Moore or Jean Marais are perfect names for epic but, in same time, important source of frustration. because the beautiful story is a strange mixture of feminism, myths, jokes and love story. all in same place, maybe the public is master of choices. the tale is thin, the fight scenes - nice, the beauty - not spectacular but interesting for understand sensitivity of a time. but the central error is its role of page from a movie type. after so many films inspired by Antiquity it is difficult to be happy at meeting with "Il ratto delle sabine". not for the force of the other creations - it is not Spartacus or Ben Hur - but for the ambition of director to say all in not well manner.

Below-par peplum which, more than anything else, serves to demonstrate that Roger Moore (playing Romulus, ruler of Rome and the son of a deity!) is as ill-suited to the genre as John Wayne or Alan Ladd had been!! Dealing with the popular legend of the Rape Of The Sabine Women - which also inspired the musical SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS (1954) - the film is strictly a potboiler, with colorful scenery but little real action and obligatory hit-or-miss comedy relief provided by Moore's pint-sized, myopic spokesman. Mylene Demongeot - who seemed to have been a fixture with this type of film - is, as ever, a most lovely heroine (sparring for Moore's attentions with the duplicitous Scilla Gabel, who eventually expires in an incredible manner by way of a deflected arrow); meanwhile, Giorgia Moll and Marino Mase' fill in for the secondary romantic interest - while the thing is given some measure of dignity by the presence of Folco Lulli, playing the jovial Sabine king, and cameos (in the film's most interesting scene) by Jean Marais and Rosanna Schiaffino as Roman Gods, respectively Mars and Venus, who appear before the sleeping Romulus - pretty much in the style of the Tom & Jerry cartoons! - to 'influence' his thoughts (i.e. whether to pursue the path to war or love). While not quite as bad as the similar (and similarly-titled) COLOSSUS AND THE AMAZON QUEEN (1960), the best film to incorporate the Battle Of The Sexes into the peplum genre remains AMAZONS OF ROME (1961; co-directed by Vittorio Cottafavi).

Roger Moore (of "The Saint" and 007 fame) toplines this all but forgotten Sword and Sandal excursion, assaying the role of Romulus, the founder of Rome. As King, his mission is to find women for his ragtag (and nearly 100% male) congregation of Roman "citizens".So what does he do? He sets his sites on a vestal virgin from nearly Sabinia, along with as many unattached women he can round up. Successful in corraling an army of lasses, he presides over their pairing off with his host of horny men (this is where the raping starts, I guess, although most of the captured women seem happy with the prospect of hitting the sack in no time flat with their new mates).But the men of Sabinia, deprived of their wenches, mount an attack against Rome to rescue the damsels, leading to a conflagration of swordplay as the film winds it's way towards conclusion.Yet another poorly dubbed Italian Peblum, one of hundreds produced in the late 50's and early 60's in the wake of the success of "Hercules" starring Steve Reeves. This one is mostly bereft of action, replaced instead with much wooing and pseudo lovemaking. Several of the ladies appear quite fetching, however, as their bosoms heave with desire in their low cut frocks.Not much to recommend it, other than the guilty pleasure of watching a future James Bond, in his salad days, slumming about the Italian countryside.