Seven Cities of Gold (1955)

On the face of it, this ought to have been a decent adventure film. Anthony Quinn ("Gaspar") commands a troop of Spanish soldiers travelling through 18th century California seeking treasure. Alongside him is his deputy "Mendoza" (Richard Egan) and their spiritual needs are cared for by "Fr. Serra" (Michael Rennie). Once they land, however, they realise that the terrain is hostile and the natives likewise. It takes time, bullets and some persuasion from the priest to convince "Matuwir" (Jeffrey Hunter) that they mean no harm as they explore. Of course, though, they do. They are there to convert and to plunder - and in so doing, apply the rather cyclical methods used by the church to indoctrinate the perfectly contented pagan population. As an adventure film it falls short on just about every level. Quinn doesn't really feature much as the film progresses into the sort that makes you squirm a bit with a sense of "just leave these people alone and go home". If you are expecting a lively swashbuckling affair, then look elsewhere - this is a confused and confusing history lesson that shows the visitors - however well meaning in the case of "Serra" - as ignorant and piously thoughtless of a culture that simply did not require their ribbons, bells nor intervention. The production is adequate, but the pacing of the story is rather erratic leaving a feeling of dissatisfaction - even disgust - with the whole enterprise.