Galina After many years, I saw Robert Enrico's "Les Aventuriers" (1967) again. It was like a reunion with an old and dear friend who never changed and only became better with age. Like many years ago, the film brought joy and sadness in the same time. This ode to the friendship which is above everything, to the tender love, to the spirit of freedom and adventure, to the unspoken words, to the magnificent men and the women beautiful like a dream will never get old or outdated. This film is like fresh air, it is a reminder that the adventures will never end as long as there are the adventurers that are always ready "to search and to find, to struggle and to never give up".I bought a tape with the film dubbed to Russian - that's how I saw it for the first time many years ago, actually. Dubbing is good and the quality is decent but I hope that one day I will be able to obtain the DVD with many features, documentaries, and soundtracks. I also would like to hear the interviews with Alain Delon and Joanna Shimkus - it is sad that she had quit acting; I think she was very talented, and she was breathtaking as Laetitia. I've cried more than once when I saw the film - the burial scene with the Francois de Roubaix's music playing and the final scene were simply heartbreaking. Fort Boyard, where the final sequences of the film took place, stands in the water like a dream that never came true for the film's characters but it will always be the inspiration for new generations of dreamers and adventurers from around the world.

deadnurse I saw this movie in Viet Nam in the open air. It impressed me because of the beautiful scenery, photography and story line. I followed this picture from compound to compound and saw it several times . It was an island, a bit of paradise in an otherwise brutal setting. I will never forget this movie even though I have not seen it in over 30 years.

Zork G. Hun (trixter-2) A cult classic. My personal first of cult movies. I had friends who saw it over 30 times and I clearly remember its last screening in Hungary. Ignoring all fire regulations, the manager of the theatre let in everybody who showed up. I was standing in a crowd. Like all cult movies, it speaks the angst of its time. It does not really matter what it is about, what matters is how it feels. It is difficult for me to judge it now because it still touches me and I do not know how much of that is just the nostalgic longing for the angst of my youth. Neither do I know if it is possible for someone who did not live through the sixties to relate to it. Or if it can talk to American viewers. Cult movies can seldom be called cinematographic achievements; you will seldom find them in the books of film history, but if you want to understand the times they represent, nothing can replace them. This IS the movie of the sixties just as Easy Rider was the movie of the seventies.A definite must see.

hooshi You may not guess what a masterpiece you are watching at the beginning. but as the powerful drama unfolds, you get more and more involved,until the last shot of the last scene.