The opening looks as tough an hour's worth of plot, passion, and pathos has been compressed into a slide show of rapid-fire images accompanied by a verbose, harried narrator (isn't it Lonny Chapman's voice?). This -- history whizzing past your eyes as the narrator rushes to keep pace -- goes on long enough to guarantee you'll be in stitches. And the first real scene almost continues the tipsy level of awfulness -- a New Orleans bordello where the plump whores (pronounced "hoes") have their bustlines cut down to their waists and the loudest customer is a French fop who speaks a bilingual mishmash ("On your feet, you piece of merde"). The rest of the movie slumps into a more dispiriting level of awfulness. All throughout, there are hints of castration ("They'll lop off yo' tassle an' feed it to the hogs," and so on), and these lead you to worry about how horrible the film is going to get. As it turns out, nothing in it is more nauseating than the silly Southern belle who spends her every day attempting to rape the slaves on her daddy's plantation. With Warren Oates, Ken Norton, Yaphet Kotto, Isela Vega, and John Colicos; photographed by Lucien Ballard, who replaced Robert Hauser; and directed by Steve Carver, who replaced Burt Kennedy. (1976) — Duncan Shepherd
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