Much has been made (including the inevitable disclaimer on 'Talking Pictures') of the provenance of this muscular hokum adapted by Wilbur Smith from his own novel, set in a Johannesburg full of sleek airports, expensive hotels, macho violence and eye candy like Susannah York; and, worse, that it was made in the seventies.
Mind you, the Victorian attitudes displayed by the owners (and the graceless way they treat their servants) and of course their cynical unconcern for the lives of their miners hardly paints a flattering picture of the South Africa - or any capitalist country - of the day.
Mind you, the Victorian attitudes displayed by the owners (and the graceless way they treat their servants) and of course their cynical unconcern for the lives of their miners hardly paints a flattering picture of the South Africa - or any capitalist country - of the day.