If you are looking for a movie in which vital informations - about the search which is central to the plot - are given as if by magic, with no clue whatsoever to their plausibility; in which the informators themselves spring up like mushrooms totally at random; in which a military man of the United Kingdom trespasses into a foreign country just for the fun of it; in which a man abruptly kisses an unknown woman after having met her for just two minutes of the film's running time; in which an ageing white-clad Clark Gable (who shares with Susan Hayworth the unhygienic habit of never changing clothes over a period of at least several days, if not more - at land, at sea, at home, outside, through sweltering heat and hurricanes) solves the case all by himself by means of money, yes, rude talking, yes, but more often with a couple of well-placed punches, in the old traditional way; then "Soldier of Fortune" is the film for you.
Review of Soldier of Fortune
