A Dream of Kings

This film is 2 hours but plays like it's 2 days. Steeped in so much melancholy, with wailing, sloppy lovemaking, dreary sets, droopy faced ethnics and a tidy deus ex machina ending that slaps you in the face for wasting time on this interminably long movie.

This theme was done infinitely better with Alan Arkin as Puerto Rican "Papi". Anthony Quinn tries hard to endear himself but it goes nowhere. So much was happening but the film still manages to bore and depress. Inger Steve's is misplaced as a Greek widow, (she came from the Swedish part of Greece I guess). She is transparently just there for her allure; Inger Stevens was just moribund, and a deathly aura is around her.

During this movie, I felt the compulsion to scream, pound the floor, kick the tv over. That's why I saw it in blocks of seemingly 8 hour segments. It drags like no other movie has. It's DMV waiting kind of torture. I think Telly Savalas or Vic Tayback would have been better in this role than Anthony Quinn.