This is one of my mother's favorite movies. In the latter half the 19th-century, a British column of some 1200 men are wiped out by Zulus resisting British colonialism. Arriving too late to join the battle but wanting glory, a group of Zulus, some 4000 strong, attack a small British outpost of about 100 men. This one battle played a key role in the shaping of South Africa. While this movie suffers a little from its datedness (people tend to die by making a funny face), this is a remarkable achievement both due to visuals and story. It is filmed in Africa where Zulus actually play Zulus (most having never seen a movie were taught to act by watching Western films and told they would be the native Americans). It is Michael Caine's first major role which he almost didn't get as he took on for his acting style this persona of clasping his hands behind his back; the idea being that his character would be used to being obeyed without having to gesticulate, yet the director felt he didn't know what to do with his hands. Just a little inside scoop there. This movie truly is a classic.