This has one of those casts that should barely need selling: Brando, Clift and Dean Martin in one sprawling war film. Yet it is Brando, as the bleached-blond German officer Christian, who gives it its real shape. What starts as confidence curdles into disillusionment, and his slow recognition of what the war actually is gives the film its moral weight.
Clift is the emotional centre, all bruised decency and quiet torment, while Dean Martin proves he is far more than just easy charm and a good voice. Both are excellent. But Brando is the one carrying the big idea: not heroism, but the rot underneath it.
It is overlong, and Dmytryk does not always keep the whole thing taut at nearly three hours. Still, when it locks in, it has real force. Big, uneven, and at its best when it stops selling war and starts stripping it bare.
Worth seeing for Marlon Brando's SS Officer alone. A great war movie, big in scale and drama. Black and white, but outstanding cinematography.