Awkward dialogue ("villagers are indifferent"); dusty, rocky Hollywood Western setting in Central Europe; offscreen action (occupation soldier falls, unseen, to death, unseen, in unseen ravine: "Aaiieeyee!", "He fell into ravine"); contrived, sudden budding love affair between disparate characters; villainous Communist officer ("we'll shoot ten hostages") turns milquetoast ("maybe not") when confronted ("Giorg, don't do this") by his (not her) love interest; lengthy dialogue between suddenly-heroic figures in desperate straits as enemy troops close in; easily-swum, shallow river described as natural, dangerous barrier between free and Communist countries...It's all here: the very hallmarks of a low-budget, Saturday morning double feature film.
Review of The Steel Fist
