Minnelli’s Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse remakes the 1921 silent epic, moving Vicente Blasco Ibáñez’s novel into World War II. On paper it’s ambitious, but the execution never quite matches the scope. MGM’s Technicolor sheen is dazzling, yet the colour and gloss often swamp the story. What starts as a sprawling family drama soon lurches into overheated melodrama, the war itself oddly pushed to the sidelines.
Glenn Ford feels miscast as Julio, too stiff and middle-aged to carry the role’s charm or recklessness. Without a believable centre, the romance and politics wobble. Minnelli’s touch shows in the set design and battle staging—those sequences are handsome—but spectacle alone can’t plug the gaps. The ending tries for redemption, but it arrives too late to lift the sagging middle. A glossy production, fascinating in flashes, but less than the sum of its lavish parts.