Il viaggio di Maciste

Summary

A colossal slab of bronze muscle, Maciste, is torn from his sun-drenched quarry and hurled into a Byzantine labyrinth of deceit: senators who perfume their cruelties with roses, priests who trade absolution for gold, and a silver-masked femme fatale whose kiss drips cyanide. Across plague-blighted marshes, candle-lit catacombs, and amphitheaters where lions lick blood from marble, the hero drags chains that once bound kings, collecting a fellowship of outcasts—an epileptic poet, a one-eyed witch, a child who speaks only in riddles—while the tyrant Tarquinio, half-gold, half-leper, builds a crystal tower designed to scrape heaven itself. Each mile of the voyage peels away a layer of the demigod’s certainty: mothers sell infants for bread, lovers swap identities like silk scarves, and even the gods turn out to be painted wooden idols stuffed with straw. When Maciste finally kneels to wash the feet of the very assassin sent to slay him, the film ruptures its own marble façade: the voyage was never across empire but inward, a descent through scar tissue toward the trembling child inside the colossus. The final frame—his silhouette dissolving into a caravan of shadows on a dawn-drenched road—leaves the legend unfinished, the myth still breathing.

Synopsis