This was one of those awful exotic spectaculars of the 1950's and early 1960's that tried to place a grade b western into an exotic place. In this case, Orson Welles and Victor Mature quarrel over control of the steppes of central Asia. The dialog is stilted, to be kind only because I can't think anything worse to say about it. The plot consisted on Orson Welles plotting(he was already getting fat)and Victor Mature running around showing his muscles. The movie combined the worse attributes of the two. Victor Mature was never noted for his ability to handle sophisticated dialog and Orson Welles was never noted as an action hero, except at the dinner table. The movie did feature some rather stunning blonde women with large mammary glands, but their parts were limited to lines like, "Yes, Great Khan." Even something that simple was often blown. After seeing this film it's hard to understand why they say Orson Welles was so great. This one certainly didn't do him any honor. I gave the movie a 1 only because they wouldn't let me give it a 0.
Review of The Tartars
