By this point, Idaho-born Brad Harris had switched away from the sword-and-sandal movies to the westerns and spy movies which formed the bulk of his later career. Since Brad looked good in both peplums and buckskins, the switch to westerns proved successful and this is a typical example of that genre. It moves well, has a fistfight or two, and ends with a noisy skirmish on the desert pitting Indians and cavalry against the henchmen of an evil rancher. Romantic interest is minor but there are two pretty young women on hand, one blonde and one with black hair. Needless to say, Brad winds up with the blonde, both on-screen and off. (He and co-star Olga Schoberova were married from 1967 to 1969.) He also has a chance to shed his shirt and show off that impressive torso when he prepares to take a bath in the local bath-house. Horst Frank gets second billing but his part seems largely extraneous. The music score hovers between the routine and the annoying, and despite its English title, the movie contains no reference to Santa Fe.
Review of Black Eagle of Santa Fe
