Dschingis Khan - Die goldene Horde

I was only vaguely familiar with this colorful (albeit low-budgeted) epic from Universal dealing with Samarcand's resistance to the onslaught of the titular army, commandeered by the legendary Genghis Khan. The plot is unusual in that their come-uppance occurs largely through a woman's shrewdness; in fact, while the expected skirmishes are certainly there, the hero is not very flatteringly depicted: he is boorish Crusader David Farrar who arrives upon the scene with his men (chief among them a pre-stardom Richard Egan) presumptuously intent on taking charge of the situation – since the city is ruled by a girl (Ann Blyth, petite but effective nonetheless in portraying her character's iron-willed disposition)!

Her plan is to have the Khan's two envoys (one of them his own son) clash when she offers herself to one of them as ransom for the city's deliverance!; while an accompanying Shaman (played by genre regular George Macready, but almost unrecognizable behind the almond-eyed make-up!) tries to calm the waters and make them see the wiliness of her proposal, like Farrar himself, they are too obstinate and proud to act sensibly! Typically, the protagonists themselves start off on the wrong foot (early on, he admonishes Blyth's male subjects for even accepting to be subservient to a member of the opposite sex and, what is more, openly considers her suggestions of what action is to be taken as "half-witted"!) but, before long, predictably (or, if you like, as dictated by Hollywood in those times) they find they cannot live without one another!

For good measure, Blyth's castle is fitted with a variety of secret passages which are, subsequently, often resorted to in order to save the battered hide of Farrar's knights (needless to say, though brute force takes the upper hand at first, eventually it has to accede to the hidden powers – and not just the obvious physical attributes – that a female, invariably, is better equipped to supply)! In the end, the Khan decides that Samarcand is not for him (thanks also to a prophecy that forbids him personally physical entrance into the city?) and takes it on the lam. The film looks good (belying its humble pedigree) and, at just 73 minutes, certainly does not overstay its welcome; however, the repetition pertaining to Farrar's pig-headedness and the two deluded romantic contenders' squabbling does tax one's patience somewhat on occasion...

I saw this about five years ago and don't remember the specifics, but I thought that Ann Blyth, whom I've always liked a lot, was very interesting in this role, as a very strong and forthright princess. She also looked beautiful in the costumes. I think she was far superior to the generally frazzled and annoyed Maureen O'Hara, and of course a better actress than campy Maria Montez, and should have been in perhaps a couple more costume dramas/exotic fantasies since she showed here that she had the capabilities of bringing such a character to life.

Ann Blyth makes a lovely and fetching princess of Samarkand. But in The Golden Horde her main concern is saving her city from all kinds of tribes who want conquer it and her.

Into her life comes a knight who is an emissary of the Christian kings of the west offering aid. Today David Farrar would be a military adviser.

A lot of double and triple dealing is involved before a climatic battle which is staged quite well. The cast also does well with the hokey dialog they have to spout.

Universal turned out these medieval Mideast epics the better to take advantage of the sets built for Maria Montez This is far from the best of them.

Where can we begin? This is the worst film of all time having anything to do with Genghis Khan. It is even worse than the Conqueror, the hilarious joke of a film trying to pawn off John Wayne as an Asian. It took a tremendous effort to be worse than that turkey, but this film achieves it. There will never be a film about the Mongols as bad as this in the history of cinema. My sides were splitting from the howls of laughter from the sublimely destitute dialogue. The conversation with the princess during a duel with a mongol was one of the silliest scenes I have ever seen on the big screen. It left me speechless; and that is a very hard thing to do.

In 1220, Sir Guy of Devon (David Farrar) and a small band of English crusaders arrive at Samarkand in Central Asia. The city and its ruling princess Shalimar (Ann Blyth) are threatened by Genghis Khan (Marvin Miller) and his hordes. Shalimar hopes to defeat the conqueror by guile, whilst Sir Guy prefers to put up a brave (if ultimately futile) fight. Despite the mutual attraction between Shalimar and Sir Guy, their differing methods threaten any hope either may have of victory.

The Golden Horde is a sort of film that Jon Hall and Maria Montez - Universal contract players of exotic adventure yarns - would star in, but here, David Farrar and the beautiful Ann Blyth who plays a shrewd Queen with a strong plan are in the lead. And they are great in their roles, though George Macready as a shaman in the Tartars' side steals the scene. It's a lively enough slice of escapism with amusing moments, lavish settings, glossy costumes, grand scenery, secret doorways and some decent action. Liked the bit where the arrows were fired through the hole in the slats.