Sometimes I wonder what possessed a studio or a director to make a certain film. And this is a prime example. I won't bother to try and explain the plot, because while watching it, I forgot what it was. Not even the luscious Charlotte Rampant Rampling can save this movie. And David Birney, a low grade ham if ever there was one, seems to be going through the motions while on the way to his bank.
Avoid at all costs!!!!!
Avoid at all costs!!!!!