Since its inception a few years back, Severin Films has been
on point, tracking down and unleashing cool and obscure genre fare that you
won’t find anywhere else on DVD. And they’re back at it again with a new pair
of nice Blu-rays of late 70s action and exploitation films, “The Wild Geese”
and “Ashanti”.
“The Wild Geese” watches like a precursor to “The
Expendables”, following a gang of mercenaries played by high-profile British
actors of the age. Led by Colonel Alan Faulkner (Richard Burton), and anchored
by Lieutenant Shawn Flynn, played by Roger Moore at the height of his James
Bond suaveness, the team dives into Africa to rescue an imprisoned politician
in order to stave off all manner of political unrest and rebellion.
Along the way they learn some things about themselves, each
other, and their real, underlying motivations. Some are in it for the thrill,
others for one last big score before shuffling off to a peaceful retirement
with family and loved ones, and still more are in the game because it’s the
only thing they know in this world, the only place where they are truly
themselves. Some kill for money, others for politics, but in the end, they all
kill just the same.
While it takes a while to reach full speed, “The Wild Geese”
is worth the wait. Even in the extended introduction, where Faulkner scopes out
the job and pieces together his team, there are some peak moments. Chief among
these is when Flynn force-feeds the son of a local mob kingpin, a spoiled kid
who has been pedaling tainted cocaine, a pile of his own strychnine-laced blow.
Not only does this scene illustrate how badass Flynn is, but also that he has a
strict code, and indicates that he’s going to be the moral compass of our band
of brothers in arms. He knows that his actions will earn him a target right on
his back, but he goes through with it anyway.
Once you get into the meat of the story, after a boot camp
style training montage, the action is strong as the Geese are forced into one
harrowing situation after another. Some guys stand up, some unravel, and you
wind up with a solid little gem of kick ass action cinema. The film is ripe
with tough decisions, themes of friendship, duty, and honor, and a big
explosion now and again, just in case your attention has started to wander off.
These are grizzled dudes, who say grizzled things to each other, like, “on your
feet, you fucking abortion.”
“Ashanti”, on the other hand, begins rather quickly, and
it’s the middle of the film where the momentum flags. Spawned by “Soylent
Green” director Richard Fleisher (who also directed little movies like “Conan
the Destoryer”, “Mr. Majestyk”, and “Mandingo”), the modern slavery epic has
some strengths, but clocking in at two hours long, it could have been tightened
up quite a bit to keep the pace more consistent, and increase the tension
throughout.
On its original release, the film made waves for tackling a
controversial topic, the modern human trafficking underworld. There are some
grim moments, but overall there have been so many films since to take on the
subject, even something like “Taken”, that “Ashanti” doesn’t pack quite the punch
that it must have had in its heyday. There are some tough choices to be made,
but they’re dealt with in as light a way a possible. Still, it’s moderately
successful, despite the fact that star Michael Caine calls it one of his three
worst movies—which says something—and director Fleischer was removed part way
through production.
Dr. David Linderby (Caine) and his wife, Dr. Anansa Linderby
(supermodel Beverly Johnson) are doctors for the World Health Organization,
distributing vaccines among African tribes. A member of another tribe, the
notorious slaver Suleiman (Peter Ustinov) kidnaps Anansa. David sets off across
the Sahara before she can be sold to a wealthy prince (Omar Sharif). That’s an
especially bold move because one, he’s alone, and two, he’s never been there
before. But that’s what he has to do, he is, after all, a badass 70s man of
action. On his journey, David enlists the help of a mercenary helicopter pilot
(William Holden) who refers to himself as a whore, a member of the anti-slavery
league (Rex Harrison), and a vengeance-fueled Bedouin (Kabir Bedi).
Too much time is spent wandering in the desert, and the
score, by jazz pianist Michael Melvoin, is horrifically out of place—it’s more
like the music from a quirky 70s network melodrama than a taut adventure
thriller. “Ashanti” is also guilty of the era’s simplistic depiction of tribal
“savages,” and you’ll notice that Ustinov might be the least Arabic looking
Arab to ever appear on screen. There’s even a strange aside with a weird little
witch-doctor-like kid who has been kidnapped along with Anansa.
The package put together for “The Wild Geese” is a nice
companion to the film. You get two new interviews, one with director Andrew V.
McLaglen, and another with military advisor Mike Hoare. “The Last of the
Gentlemen Producers” is a documentary about producer Euan Lloyd, which features
the likes of Roger Moore, Indrig Pitt, and more. There’s a featurette from the
original release, called “The Flight of the Wild Geese”, and an old newsreel
about the film. As usual, however, the jewel in this crown in the commentary
track that features Lloyd, Moor, second unit director John Glen, all lorded
over by filmmaker Jonathan Sothcott.
Blu-ray is an excellent vehicle for both films. The
transfers look solid, and the bright exteriors, luscious colors, and exotic
locations, really pop on these discs. Though “The Wild Geese” makes full use of
space available, the only extra on “Ashanti” is an extended interview with
Beverly Johnson. This talk is interesting enough, and Johnson has a cool
perspective and lots of stories. She was a supermodel, the first African
American woman to grace the cover of Vogue, who also knew her
window in that career would be small. Aware of this, she transitioned to
acting, where she could have a longer shelf life. Still, the interview only
goes so far. Overall, you should definitely check out “The Wild Geese”, but you
can easily skip over “Ashanti” without missing too much.
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