Watched Where Eagles Dare again today, after almost twenty five years. All I remember of the first time I saw it was ole Clint running from pillar to post, fixing bombs and killing people. Fair enough, the lasting image I have of the movie after watching it today is pretty much the same. Clint kills more people in this movie than in all his spaghetti westerns put together, or so I'm told.
The plot is hilarious. Our heroes parachute into a Nazi fortress ostensibly to rescue a British General. The real reason however, is to get names of all the secret agents in Britain. From whom? From three German double agents who were in England to begin with. Did the good guys know about them? Of course they did. Then why go all the way to Germany to get these names from them? Ah. Ask Alistair McLean
Cracking good fare though.
25 years. Kaalam poya pokke.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love that movie. Lots of explosions, loads of ersatz German, an out of control Alpine bus and a body count that rivals the Battle of Somme. I particularly love the radio room scene. WW II bullets fired by Nazis apparently do not richochet.
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