I like movies that are aware of what they are selling... without [any] greater aspirations than to make people laugh and that's it.

At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

How the hell can we qualify a movie speaking of the French Foreign Legion as a good movie, or at least as a true authentic film about it, when the legionaries in this story have a long hair? Have any of you even seen a legionary, or a trooper fighting under flags, with a long hair? I can't stand this lack of care in the production of a movie. This means a lack of respect for the audience. How dumb they think the audiences are? I am not, sorry. No matter the story itself, no matter the acting, no matter the editing, no latter whatever you wish, when I see such things which could easily be avoided by the director, I throw this movie away. Such a shame, because the story may be really good besides, but it is spoiled by such careless behaviour from the film maker and producers. If myself was only an extra on a movie and if I saw such corny details, I would argue and go to tell it to the technicians or who ever you want. Maybe they would fire me, but at least I would say it high and loud.

Based on a true story, believe it or not. Poor Josef Otto Klems. The man has problems. First seen cowering in a shell crater in 1918, he trades uniforms with a dead soldier (reasons remain unclear due to choppy and abrupt editing of the copy I viewed) Flash forward to Morocco in the early twenties. Otto Klems still has problems. Posted to some god awful desert hell hole, for one thing, and one of his superiors in the French Foreign Legion has designs on his booty (the man all but twirls his moustache to signify his evil intent). And if that isn't enough, the local Arab population isn't happy about the Spanish and the French putting boots on their precious desert hell-hole homeland, yadda yadda yadda. During a skirmish Sgt Klems manages to get captured by the locals but rather than get castrated (the usual punishment meted out by the heroic freedom fighters) he gets adopted. Becoming a sort of Lawrence of Arabia figure, he joins the natives in their fight against imperialism. He shows them modern weapons and tries to teach them tactics.Hard to really judge this film. The version I viewed is chopped apart so bad that major chunks of exposition are missing, making it difficult to tell what is happening at times.The battle scenes pack a punch, however. The director has watched his Sergio Leone and he has seen the Wild Bunch, that is obvious. I am sure the full version is a better film. Peter Strauss looks like Viggo Mortensen. Based on a true story.