Writer: Alistair MacLean (novel, story and screenplay)
Producer: Elliott Kastner
Studio: MGM (US)
Major Stars: Richard Burton, Clint Eastwood, Patrick Wymark, Patrick Hordern
Note: In keeping with my policy about movies 25 years old or more, I feel no compunctions about revealing what happens in the film. With that in mind, there may be SPOILERS below. If you haven’t seen the film yet, you may want to avoid this review.
I admit to a certain level of bias when it comes to Where Eagles Dare. This was one of the first WW2 films I ever watched with my dad. And it is still, after all these years, one of the best.
The plot is (supposedly) straightforward; Major Smith (Burton) leads a squad including an American Ranger (Eastwood) into the Bavarian Alps to rescue an American general that has been captured. It turns out that everything I typed after the world “Alps” isn’t true at all. Because what this film is, at heart, is a very clever intelligence operation. Alistair MacLean’s script is tight and twisty. There is a point in the film where what you thought was going on actually gets tossed on its head three times in ten minutes. And none of it is a cheat. Everything holds together and makes sense.
That said, it’s still a kick-ass war flick. You have gun battles galore and the best fight ever filmed on a cable-car (don’t bring that weak Moonraker argument in here!). The Nazis are rotten and the women are buxom as all good Bavarian women and MI6 female operatives are.
Richard Burton is perfect as Major Smith, the British soldier/operative tasked with the true goal of the mission. He has that wonderful Brit “calm under fire” attitude down pat. And his dry wit makes for some memorable lines. Eastwood plays American Ranger Lt. Morris Schaffer, the only man on the mission that Smith can trust. He a cool killer. In fact, Eastwood kills more people in this film than any other one he filmed. And if you’ve seen A Fistful of Dollars or The Outlaw Josey Wales, you know that’s a lot of dead Nazis.