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Italian producers Mino Loy and Luciano Martino shelled out a generous budget for this 1978 war epic commonly known as 'The Greatest Battle' but also stamped with alternative titles like 'Battle Force' and 'The Battle of the Mareth Line.' The film is an ambitious project that was clearly made for theaters worldwide, using higher-shelf locations, production values, and cast. Several crew members even used American aliases (including Martino as 'Louis Martin') to hide their unflattering résumés.

'The Greatest Battle' was foolishly dropped into the hands of Umberto Lenzi, who co-produced, co-wrote, and directed this film under the pseudonym 'Humphrey Longan.' The Italian was no stranger to war movies, having drawn notice with 'Desert Commandos' and 'Battle of the Commandos' during the 1960s. By the late 70s, however, Lenzi's reputation was in decline after turning out a series of increasingly violent gialli and repugnant horror flicks. This production was a golden opportunity for Lenzi to revive his career, but he continued to ignore the most basic fundamentals of his craft and only widened his status as an exploitation hack.

It is difficult to explain how 'The Greatest Battle' goes wrong because it fails on so many levels. The film models itself after box office smashes of its era like 'Midway' and 'Patton,' which integrate large-scale action with humanistic story lines. Unfortunately, 'The Greatest Battle' falls victim to bad writing, awful direction, and shod technical work. Lenzi's script, co-written by Cesare Frugoni, is a muddled effort to link friendships at the 1936 Olympic Games in Berlin with military happenings in North Africa during 1942 and '43. The concept had potential with such a talented cast and large budget, but it is all poorly executed, as if the filmmakers weren't sure of how to develop their ideas. To make matters worse, the vast action scenes filling most of The Greatest Battle's running time have a cheap look that spoils their effectiveness.

'The Greatest Battle' starts just after the 1936 Olympic Games, when four internationally-linked people share a farewell dinner: U.S. Army general Foster (Henry Fonda), German major Mannfred Roland (Stacy Keach), British war correspondent Sean O'Hara (John Huston), and German, half-Jewish actress Annelise Ackermann (Samantha Eggar). Their conversation moves to the possibility of war in Europe, which they find unlikely. Little do they know, however, that Germany would invade Poland in 1939 and cause a series of events to forever interconnect them at the Mareth Line, a fortification system in Tunisia where the allied forces launched their offensive.

Most of the film consists of allied battlefield efforts against Germany, with the main characters followed intermittently and Orson Welles supplying narration. Lenzi's obsession with action footage leads to an entire cast being wasted. The main characters give this film a human element, but they are only superficial glue to justify the carnage that follows. Henry Fonda spends most of his time sitting in a West Point office while donning his army uniform. Ray Lovelock, who gives a decent performance as General Foster's son, is heroic in battle and quickly becomes an aide to General Patton. John Huston brushes with the front lines as an over-the-hill war correspondent and recites a poem by John Donne. Stacy Keach leads his men reluctantly until he dies in combat. Samantha Eggar, who becomes Keach's wife, is pressed for information by the Gestapo and commits suicide. Helmut Berger enters the film as a devoted German lieutenant, besides Giuliano Gemma as a British army captain. Other names in the European film industry pop up, such as Edwige Fenech, Ida Galli, and Venantino Venantini. However, most of these subplots have no flow or rhythm, as if they were randomly stuffed into the main plot of North African battles.

Better moments are in the action scenes, populated by tanks, jeeps, heavy artillery, and soldiers. These scenes (filmed in Spain) move quickly and use eye-opening sequences like German tanks chasing after British support vehicles and extreme close-ups of allied tanks plowing through enemy lines. Very little of the footage is stock, which Lenzi is known to use, and it maintains a frenetic pace. But even the action scenes have a cheap feel, since they are horrendously edited (by exploitation woodchopper Eugenio Alabiso) and sneak in plastic models running over miniature landscapes. Moving vehicles are seen jumping into freeze-frame before an explosion. Extras are seen bailing out twice during a given battle and angles seem to change indiscriminately, leaving the viewer unsure of which army he's looking at. While the action scenes have their strong points, there are other times when it's all a complete mess.

Cinematographer Federico Zanni's visuals are decent, capturing a hot, gritty atmosphere. The score - paper-thin takes by Franco Micalizzi (as 'Frank Michaels') - is generic and not particularly impressive. Sound quality is poor and the dubbing of voices is often incoherent. Overall, 'The Greatest Battle' is a rotten entry that never comes close to its goal. It is little more than 'another' European war production with several qualified actors dragged along for the ride.

Copies of 'The Greatest Battle' are hard to locate. A DVD with restored footage and widescreen presentation has been released in Germany, but it does not contain an English language option. English language tapes occasionally circulate on the Internet, including several that have been edited to pieces by U.S. distributors. The version used for this review was a 1997 VHS cassette from HBO Home Video, considered one of the 'better' editions despite its terrible pan and scan format. If anything, 'The Greatest Battle' would be nice to watch on the big screen, as certain footage doesn't present itself well on a television set. But I don't expect a 'Lenzi Festival' anytime soon, at least not in New York.

* out of 4

Set during 1942-43 during the prime years of World War II, Battle Force tells many separate tales, but the main two concern Maj. Mannfred Roland (Keach), a Nazi who has fallen in love with a Jewish actress, Annelise Ackermann (Eggar). The fate of their relationship is in limbo as Roland fights in North Africa and can't be at home in Germany to protect her from the evil Nazis (by comparison, he's a "good" Nazi). The other story tells the tale of Gen. Foster of the U.S. Army (Fonda). His son John (Lovelock) is something of a screw-up who can't please his demanding father. So he follows in his footsteps and enlists in the Army. The whole film is narrated by Orson Welles and features a lot of stock footage of the war. Will this truly be "The Biggest Battle" of them all? When we originally came across the Continental big-box VHS of this movie, how could we resist it: it's called Battle Force, and the tagline screams "THE MOST AWESOME BATTLE EVER SEEN!" Plus look at the cast. It's insane. And we didn't even have room to mention Orson Welles as the Narrator . How could it lose, right? Well...it's not that this movie is bad, really, but it's extremely stodgy and old-fashioned. It seems like the type of Sunday afternoon programmer your grandparents might watch to while away a rainy day. Yes, there is some war action, including some shooting and explosions (giving credit where credit is due, they're some quality blow-ups), but somehow it's not really enough. There are way too many cooks in this broth. There's a ridiculous amount of characters, plus the stock footage and narration, and the result is pretty much a jumble. Which, unfortunately, is not terribly engaging to the audience.

We generally love Umberto Lenzi. We think he's great, but his war movie output (that we've seen, anyway) doesn't seem to rival his poliziotteschi work like Violent Protection (1976) or his classic exploitation horror stuff like Cannibal Ferox (1981), Eaten Alive (1980) or Nightmare City (1980) - not to mention his excellent giallo period of the 1970's. I wonder what Henry Fonda would think if he knew he was working under the demented genius who created the above titles? Regardless, a direct parallel can be made here: just as the equally-staid WWII drama The Second Victory (1987) is put out by AIP, who is normally known for much wilder and more entertaining fare, so is the case here with the rest of Umberto Lenzi's work. Why both AIP and Lenzi decided to "go boring" for their WWII jaunts is an interesting coincidence indeed.

The movie is well-directed by Lenzi, and it is ambitious and expansive, but there's no humor whatsoever, and it all comes off as flat and uninvolving. It's all well and good to play "spot the star" but that's not really a coherent way to make a movie. Perhaps sensing this, we must quote the writer of the back of the VHS box. At the very end of a multi-paragraph description, the final pitch to rent or buy this movie to a potential buyer or renter is this: "Fans of tank warfare will appreciate the large numbers of tanks and other armored vehicles employed in the well-choreographed battle sequences. The military hardware in the film is quite elaborate, including a "Big Bertha" railroad gun." And that's it. That's the capper. It seems this movie would be the perfect Christmas gift to that member of your family who inevitably is a "fan of tank warfare". And just the words "Big Bertha" are enough to pique our interest.

In the end, it seems only die-hard fans of any of the personalities involved with this project would get much out of Battle Force.

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THE BIGGEST BATTLE is a WW2 action flick from Italy, directed by the prolific Umberto Lenzi, but sadly it's one of his most boring titles. The problem is that this focuses on dull family saga material, charting the duality of two opposing family lines as they battle their way through some of the most notorious battlefields of the way. Plenty of imported Hollywood talent - Stacy Keach, Henry Fonda - play opposite the homespun likes of Giuliano Gemma and Edwige Fenech. Sadly, it's all very talky and uninteresting aside from the action. As for the battles, they're of the kind you expect from Italian WW2 cinema, almost a throwback from the late '60s.

Il grande attacco, also known in various versions under the English titles Battle Force and The Greatest Battle, is by consensus a muddled WW2 Action picture with some good battle scenes and a confused plot. It maybe that the film is a lazy effort on the part of its writers but it also, in its incoherence, manages to say something about war and history which is inexpressible through a more formally consistent narrative.

A disparate group of people – an American general (Henry Fonda), an Irish-American war correspondent (John Huston), a German officer (Stacey Keach) and a famous German-Jewish actress (Samantha Eggar) meet in Berlin on the day that Jessie Owens wins an Olympic gold medal and the German chancellor, Adolf Hitler, refuses to shake the athlete's hand. The characters gossip casually about this and go their separate ways, with Fonda and Keach swapping souvenir Olympic medallions as a measure of their friendship. Six years later, these and a number of other characters are enmeshed in the second world war, the film consisting of various seemingly random sequences involving the characters in some kind of dramatic situation or undertaking a battle mission. Some of them are killed and some are still alive in 1943, where the film arbitrarily ends. But a coincidence means that the now dead Keach's medallion is in the hands of Fonda's American hero son (Ray Lovelock, of Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue 'fame').

Taking the film at face value and allowing it not to conform to classical narrative structures, it seems that the arbitrary and the coincidental are the rules of the game here. There is no narrative arc or learning curve to most of the characters' lives; they are driven to undertake their roles in the war, through either loyalty to their homeland or to their professions, without even really coming to a consciousness of their situation. This is most striking in Keach's story: he marries Eggar and fights and dies, heroically, for the German side in Africa; at home, his wife is sexually harassed and persecuted by the Gestapo until she commits suicide. Keach dies without knowing that the ideology he has been fighting for has killed the woman he loves.

Another sub-plot features Edwige Fenech as a French woman driven to prostituting herself to German officers by poverty. She isn't a bad person, she's eaten with self-loathing through her circumstance and is genuinely shocked when the Germans execute a Resistance fighter who has tried to hide in her apartment. Nevertheless, she herself is shot dead by the Resistance who are under the misguided impression that she was behind their compatriot's death. Her murder is quick and brutally achieved and her death doesn't teaches anyone anything. Life in war, for her and for most of the characters, is meaningless, degrading, dangerous and comes to a sudden end, as if life were a drive which simply stops when it meets an opposing, amoral force. Earlier in the film, Fenech has been helped by German officer Helmut Berger, here playing a character somewhat similar to Brando's in The Young Lions. Berger is fiercely loyal to Germany but doesn't seem ideologically Nazi nor does he seem to have lost his humanity – he looks seriously disturbed as he sees the death around him. Yet like Keach he never learns anything but how to die, which he (like an American soldier he'd previously shot) begs for. That Fonda's son doesn't kill Berger at the latter's request means nothing, as Berger croaks whilst drinking the water that Lovelock tries to force down his throat.

There is a brief respite from the film's grimness at the end, as Fonda learns that Lovelock has survived thus far and been commended. Yet this is a bitter sweet given that this takes place after Fonda's visit to his other son's grave, who has been killed a few months before. More telling is the moment where Huston and a young cameraman are killed filming a battle – the camera is shown strewn in the sand, as if in a reflexive moment Il grande attacco realises and admits that the process of filming battles is futile.

There's no point in arguing that this is a great film. There is something rather distasteful about its predominant concentration on the lives of the officer classes (Fenech's character is the only exception) and it may be that Il grande attacco really is not worthy of serious consideration. Yet its inconsistency and randomness adds up to a curiously consistent vision of war as a meaningless serious of events for those unlucky enough to be caught up in its history and unconscious enough not to comprehend their predicament. Director and co-writer Umberto Lenzi was, during the same period as this film was produced, producing some of the sleaziest and sickest of the giallo, crime and even cannibal films of the age; perhaps this is better understood as part of that movement in Italian cinema that produced films which deliberately undercut the meaning-making inherent in the Hollywood model, producing a provoking vision of a universe of cruelty, absurdity and violent death which shows that the world is more made up of swirling, futile vortices than character-building, consequential journeys.

Just look at this cast: Giuliano Gemma, Edwige Fenech, Ida Galli, Helmut Berger, Michele Soavi, Stacy Keach, Ray Lovelock, Samantha Eggar, Henry Fonda, Evelyn Stewart, John Huston and Orson Welles as the narrator.

Yes, you read that right.

Directed and co-written - with Cesare Frugoni, who also was the writer for Cut and Run, The Spider Labyrinth, Slave of the Cannibal God, Warriors of the Year 2072, The Island of the Fishmen and many more - by Umberto Lenzi, this starts at the 1936 Berlin Olympics, as German officer Manfred Roland (Keach) has dinner with a group of friends including German actress Annelise Hackermann (Eggar), Canadian reporter Sean O'Hara (Huston) and American Brigadier General Harold Foster (Fonda). The two military men give one another matching medals that say "In God we trust" and promise that in four years, they will have another meal just like this.

Six years later, that dinner hasn't happened and the world is quite different. Roland is married to Hackerman, who has gone into hiding due to her religion but soon has to give sexual favors to an SS officer just to live while her husband executes her people. Foster's sons John and Ted (Lovelock and Soavi, I mean, what a great bunch of kids to have!) have joined him in the war effort.

Another soldier, Lt. Kurt Zimmer (Berger) may be dating a French sex worker (Fenech), but he's still killing her people until John joins the resistance. Everyone ends up in Tunisia, where John meets British commando Captain Martin Scott (Gemma) and the fighting increases. While this is all happening, Annelise commits suicide.

In the big battle, Scott kills Zimmer and rips the medallion from the dead body of Zimmer. He gives it to John who notices that it looks just like his father's but has no idea why.

Lenzi spent a ton of money on this movie and it was a ton of tanks in the big battle. Meanwhile, Huston and Fonda were shooting Tentacles at the same time as this movie. Somehow, this movie mixes newsreel footage and episodic war stories and does it all in under two hours with the kind of cast that should be in a miniseries. It's not good, but it's something.