To his old Arabian home, that is, in a jerry-built plot wherein he is horsenapped by his original owners, escapes several attempts on his life by the evil Kurr of the Uruk tribe (a ludicrous performance by Allen Goorwitz), and, after falling his usual twenty lengths behind, wins the big quinquennial desert sweepstakes. The horse, of course, is magnificent, but he is out of the picture for much too long a stretch. The music by Georges Delerue is rather magnificent also, but there is not enough of that, either. And Woody Strode, one of the world's most dignified actors, is wasted as usual in a minuscule role, and is so swaddled in robes and headdress that only his eyes are visible. With Kelly Reno, Vincent Spano, and Jodi Thelen; directed by Robert Dalva. (1983) — Duncan Shepherd
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