Self-important, over-dramatic, uninspired.

Best movie ever!

Excellent characters with emotional depth. My wife, daughter and granddaughter all enjoyed it...and me, too! Very good movie! You won't be disappointed.

This is ultimately a movie about the very bad things that can happen when we don't address our unease, when we just try to brush it off, whether that's to fit in or to preserve our self-image.

An unusual and above-average epic quite unworthy of Leonard Maltin's dismissive *1/2 assessment: the traditional Western theme of gold-digging is here given a Roman-era setting (also seen at the beginning of SPARTACUS {1960}) which, at the finale, has the rich vein just discovered – and that would have secured a tyrant's chances in gaining the throne – being swept away by the waters unleashed from a dam purposefully burst so as to repel an invading army. For the record, co-directors De Toth (curiously omitted on the IMDb credits for this film!) and Freda (his name, then, is not listed on English-language prints) had previously collaborated on another – but superior – Italian epic, namely THE MONGOLS (1961). Incidentally, thanks to the undeserving backlash which met his blue-eyed Jesus in Nicholas Ray's KING OF KINGS (1961), the star of this one – Jeffrey Hunter – was forced to gravitate towards low-brow European productions for employment (of which this was the first) for virtually the rest of his tragically curtailed life! The remaining principal actors (all of whom, by the way, are present and accounted for in the very first sequence depicting the erection of a new bridge!) are: Mylene Demongeot – turning men's heads with her classical beauty and natural charm – had worked with another significant "Euro-Cult" figure i.e. Mario Bava on THE BATTLE OF MARATHON (1959; which was similarly overseen by a Hollywood veteran, Jacques Tourneur); Massimo Girotti, too, had earlier appeared in one of Italy's most renowned fantasy adventures – Alessandro Blasetti's THE IRON CROWN (1941) – and one of its earliest peplums – Freda's own SINS OF ROME (1953), in which he had actually played Spartacus(!) and whose viewing will follow shortly – whereas, in this, he is Demongeot's master/lover who becomes insanely jealous of her attentions for handsome architect/slave Hunter; Ron Randell, the star's fictional advocate in the afore-mentioned Hollywood Spectacular on the life of Christ, is wasted here in a one-dimensional role as Girotti's whip-wielding lieutenant. Also on hand is Ettore Manni, basically a genre fixture, and whose role is likewise indifferent – in ludicrous barbarian costume, no less – as the hot-headed son of the leader of the hordes opposing the Romans.

Maximus, the Roman provincial governor of Hispania takes especial heed of a prophecy foretelling a new emperor. The ailing Domitian is on his deathbed and Maximus (the governor, well played by Massimo Girotti) is one of the two major contenders for the imperial purple, the other being Trajan. He will stop at nothing to attain his ends. Desperately in need of finance, he seals a pact with the Spanish Celts in order to plunder their mountains of the gold found there. This gold will help him to compete in buying votes in Rome. This is bad news for his slave architect Lacer (Jeffrey Hunter) who after just completing a four year bridge-building project is saddled with the onerous task of launching the mine project. His freedom is the price for success, death is the price of failure.An interesting glimpse of Roman construction projects, the film is well-mounted, with good photography, acting, and enough action to hold viewer interest. To this day, there is still a Roman bridge across the Tagus river and a functioning Roman aqueduct in the town of Segovia both in excellent condition. (Not to mention the race track and vestiges of the Roman forum in Merida, the "Italica" of Roman empire days.

Gold For the Caesars was made at the height of the sword and sandal craze and is a slightly above average representative of the genre. The script manages to paint a few shades of grey and the acting is decent, especially by star Jeffrey Hunter and the recently deceased Massimo Girotti (The Iron Crown, Senso, and dozens of other Italian films) as the maniacal Maximus. There's some decent location work, some rather poor set design, and some unfortunate pan and scanning (why doesn't TCM have a widescreen print available?). Overall, nothing particularly special, but fans of the genre will definitely enjoy it.