Film

The Conqueror

Name: The Conqueror
Genre: Adventure, Romance, History, War, Drama
Released: 1956
Cast: John Wayne, Susan Hayward, Pedro Armendáriz, Agnes Moorehead, Thomas Gomez

War action

John Wayne plays Genghis Khan in this 1956 epic that swings wildly between earnest historical drama and unintentional camp. It's ambitious, visually grand, and deeply weird—a film that exists in its own zone of befuddled sincerity. For viewers who love vintage adventure cinema or Wayne's late-career choices, it's fascinatingly strange. For others, it's a curiosity that demands patience.

TMDb rating

1.8

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