Stewart Granger hires Richard Burton's "Col. Faulkner" to put together a crack team, money no object, to fly to southern Africa and rescue the deposed president "Limbani" (Winston Ntshona). Meantime, his erstwhile colleague, poor old Roger Moore ("Flynn") in on the run from the London mob after he persuaded the nephew of one of their number to overdose on strychnine-laden heroine; and Richard Harris ("Janders") is trying to stay connected with his young son from his recent divorce. He recruits them and that's the nub of the team. Next, he turns to the strict disciplinarian RSM "Sandy" (Jack Watson) and wily South African "Coetzee" (Hardy Kruger) before a slew of their former associates (including a wonderfully camp Kenneth Griffith - the "proctologist's friend") from the British Army and their mission is on. The undertaking itself goes well enough, but their evacuation doesn't quite go to plan - they have been betrayed. The remainder of the storyline is dedicated to them fighting their way to an airfield where they can still get themselves, and their freed captive, out safely. It's a film that has dated significantly, but as a piece of action-adventure cinema, it still works well. The cast are certainly not a bunch an amateur would want to go drinking with (I have previously had the real privilege of drinking with the late Mr. Harris in London's "Coal Hole" pub - and can speak from some experience on that front) and that is what helps it gel - there is a camaraderie, a fun team spirit with a little humour, plenty of shooting and explosions, and a short little tune from Joan Armatrading. The ending isn't the best (though way, way, better than the shocking 1985 sequel) but if you're up for some politically incorrect, gung-ho jungle escapades then this does that job nicely.
