THE VIKINGS (1958)

In this sword-and-fjord spectacle, Viking king Ragnar (Ernest Borgnine) and his son Einar (Kirk Douglas) merrily lead their band in plunder-and-rape raids on the British coast. Aided by an English turncoat, they kidnap Morgana (Janet Leigh), who's betrothed to nasty English noble Aiella (Frank Thring, the Sultan of Sneer). But a surly slave, Eric (Tony Curtis), plots to save Morgana by killing Einar, who turns out to be his half-brother as a result of one of Ragnar's royal rapes. The dialog is too incredibly campy to inspire any real attempts at acting. But, the filming is colorful, and the Viking rave-ups, awash in beer drunk out of stagl horns, turkey cuts flung all around, and general barbarian debauchery, are riotous. The juice is supplied by Borgnine, who laughs roaringly throughout the film. You should, too. Enjoy.


Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu,
E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu...
E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu
Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.