A real comic book of a movie with a bizarre cast, nonsensical script, shaky special effects, repetitive music yet a striking visual style with occasionally impressive direction. The Long Ships is one of those films that is so awful that it becomes enjoyable - a real Saturday afternoon popcorn flick that would make a great double bill with that other misguided epic - Taras Bulba.
I'm always amazed that Hollywood has not made more films about the Vikings, especially after the success of Kirk Douglas's film in the late 50s. The Long Ships seems a poor relation in comparison - I'm sure the ships were the ones left over from The Vikings. The director of The Long Ships - Jack Cardiff - was director of photography on The Vikings. But there the similarity between the two films ends.
The heroes of this soggy saga are two all-American Norsemen - Richard Widmark and Russ Tamblyn (the only ones without beards) who lead a motley crew of English, Irish and Scottish Vikings whose thane is an Austrian (the always watchable Oscar Homolka). The bad guys, by an incredible plot device, are the Moors in North Africa led by an unsmiling and uncomfortable Sidney Poitier. At least the rest of the cast know that the film is tongue in cheek (just listen to the dialogue) but Poitier is so gravely serious that you suspect he is auditioning for Othello. The wonderful British character actor Lionel Jeffries is blacked up as a comic mute eunuch in a strangely perverse piece of casting. The female members of the cast were obviously selected for their physical charms rather than any acting ability - and what a great pity it is that Rosanna Schiaffino ever changed out of her initial costume.
The plot revolves around the search for a huge bell made of solid gold - "as tall as three tall men". There is plenty of action along the way. A battle on a beach is particularly well staged - the sight of the Moorish cavalry in the distance is reminiscent of Omar Sharif's entrance in Lawrence of Arabia. But there are also too many shots of model ships in a very obvious studio tank. Much of the film was shot in Yugoslavia with Croatia's famous Lim Fjord standing in for Scandinavia. The contrast between the grainy Nordic scenes and the brightly lit Moorish ones is a nice touch and, hopefully, intentional. Much of the film is a cheerful mixture of disparate elements, recklessly blending action, gore and comedy. The one thing everybody remembers is the Mare of Steel whose effects are discreetly and, some would say, disappointingly edited.
In the end, it is hard to dislike The Long Ships even if it is a bargain basement variation on a better Viking film. But at least it has more humour than Kirk Douglas's movie. Richard Widmark gets the best line after the mighty golden bell goes crashing down a cliff to the sea. But you still wonder what the casting people were thinking about.