Being an undying (at least I hope so) fan of Dale Robertson's, who I think needed a jolt of his younger man's enthusiasm here, I bought an inexpensive version of this film in Spanish, of which I can parse out a few words here and there. I don't want to hear it in English. Dale, who I really like, was all too grim and stiff in this film to be likeable. I didn't get to hear his voice, as it was dubbed in Spanish, but that was all I feel I missed in my version. Luciana is a wimpy heroine, and I don't like female nudity, or whipping scenes. Stupid! On all levels, insulting to the intelligence of a two-year-old, The One-Eyed Soldiers lost whatever virtue it may have had from that scene on. Dale's own production company produced this movie, and I guess he thought he had to star in it. He was a better actor than this film, and a much better man! He should have held out for some decent, homey pictures, instead of this schlock stuff. It bothers me that he thought so little of himself that he didn't. I'm a huge Tales of Wells Fargo fan, and this film in comparison is a weak, dim bit of forgettable celluloid. I can't rank it above a two, and that only because some of the actions scenes are good and the locales are intriguing. A waste of Dale's potential. He never knew when he was short-changing his own talent. A shame a better agent than himself didn't intervene in his work at this time in his career. A better movie of this era is Blood on the Arrow. I recommend watching it instead.
Review of The One Eyed Soldiers
