The War Lord is a costume epic with an unusual theme. Its hero, quite as usual, is Charlton Heston, playing a misspent 11th-century knight who falls heir to a small and dreary Norman fief on the coast of the North Sea. "There's a strangeness in this place," Heston remarks. And his servant Richard Boone nods sagely, like a man who knows a godforsaken frontier town when he sees one. Heston's castle is a tacky stronghold, one lone tower surrounded by sullen villagers and under constant threat of attack by swarms of large blond barbarians wearing identical wigs.
Unhappily—and here's the twist—milord's lust...
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