Valentino struts out stone-cold gigolo smooth - how can you not dig a dude who hands out a beatdown just because he's disgusted by the chump's lame dance moves? After the tango scene, run away from this annoyingly stupid, stupid, stupid film that glorifies nationalism and "bravery", honors the French and villifies the Germans, yet still pretends to fret over the horror of war. There's just not enough Valentino in the rest to compensate for the stupidity.