Duel of Champions
The fabulous spectacular of the legendary warrior who destroyed his enemies and united a nation!
A Roman nobleman, Horatius leads an imperial legion during the long and bloody war between the Romans and the Albans. A desperate arrangement is agreed on how to settle the war. Three valiant brothers are chosen from each side to fight one last fierce and bloody duel...
Cast

Alan Ladd
Horatius

Franca Bettoia
Marcia

Franco Fabrizi
Curazio

Robert Keith
Tullio King of Rome

Andrea Aureli
King of Alba

Mino Doro
Caius

Osvaldo Ruggieri
Warrior of Alba

Piero Palermini
Nevio

Violette Marceau
Healing Woman

Umberto Raho
Grand Priest

Alfredo Varelli
Sabinus

Evi Marandi
Slave

Franca Pasut
Slave

Jacques Sernas
Marcus

Omero Capanna
Soldier
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Reviews
CinemaSerf
Heaven's to Betsy! What on earth was Alan Ladd doing in this nonsense? Originally injured in battle, "Horacio" is cared for by a family of Albanos. Returning home, he is met with great suspicion - is he telling the truth, or is he a traitor? Anyway, he ends up one of three brothers charged with representing the Kingdom of Rome against their arch rivals the Kingdom of Alba. After some plotting and a fair degree of betrayal and subterfuge, the battle royal to save thousands of lives and decide the fate of Italy takes place. I'm guessing they allocated the vast majority of the budget to their star (apparently he never did get paid!) because the rest of this is really rather poor. His co-star Franca Bettoia ("Marcia") is glamorous enough, but those fluttering eyelids can only carry an actress so far. Elsewhere, there are a few scenes with an equally out-of-sorts Robert Keith and there is a distinct paucity of action. When we do get any, it is colourful and grand enough, but choreographed to within an inch of it's life. There is history behind the plot - the Orazi and the Curiazi did, reputedly, fight a duel with the spoils going to the victor's kingdom, but sadly this depiction of such a valiant and exciting event falls well short. It just goes to show that drafting in a big star can actually make a jobbing, workmanlike effort much worse than had it just been the usual Lex Barker or Steve Reeves type of affair.
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