Five for Hell

If there were a subgenre of WWII movies that nonsensically blend pure spaghetti western action with circus athletes enlisted for special missions, this film would undoubtedly be a masterpiece. But alas, I fear such a subgenre doesn't exist, and this isn't just a poorly conceived and executed B-movie. The plot is as thick as two short planks, the dialogues seem written by someone who's never seen a decent movie in his life. Everything is pure caricature, except for the production team who took it very seriously. This isn't to say that good movies can't be made by remixing some of the ingredients used here, but of course, to do so, one must be a good chef, and they do exist...