Film

The Trojan Horse

Name: The Trojan Horse
Genre: History, Adventure, War
Released: 1961
Cast: Steve Reeves, Juliette Mayniel, John Drew Barrymore, Lidia Alfonsi, Edy Vessel

War action

A 1961 Italian sword-and-sandal epic that follows Aeneas from Troy's fall through his voyage to Italy. Earnest, sweeping, and gloriously unashamed of its ambitions: Steve Reeves muscles his way through classical mythology with genuine conviction. It's the kind of film that believes in its own mythology.

TMDb rating

2.8

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