So, spend the next 94 minutes of your precious life watching your grass grow or your fridge cool-down rather than consume this seriously flawed WW2 war spoof. This film features low-budget, stale-scripting, and high-ignorance which is never a winning combination. Winter would have done much better to hire a military consultant to correct the scores of military tactics errors propagated through this film; but then the budget would be trashed, and the film canned. The action first lost credibility with the hand-to-hand fight scenes where the actors obviously pretend to be fighting hand-to-hand. In later scenes, our intrepid band of operators transit woods near the enemy bunker with the tactical flavor of an after-supper stroll in the neighborhood. The German SS Commandant with the flowing hairstyle added a measure of ludicrous that could hardly be overlooked. Ludicrous, too, was the same Commandant administering a disciplinary beating with the business end of a German "potato masher" grenade. But the firearm action seemed scripted by someone who arguably has never even watched a weapon operate. Yes, the weaponry appeared to be vintage, but not authentic. Our hero (Banks) repeatedly fires his revolver without hammer movement. French resistance fighters sport high-end US Thompson sub-machine guns. German rifles create peculiar sound effects with obvious squib loads. The strangest firearm action occurred at 55:48 where our red-headed bomb expert (Butcher) clearly fires his Lee Enfield bolt-action rifle in semi-auto mode. After that weird sequence, my interest waned. I viewed the remainder of the movie through drooping eyelids.
