Good lord. Talk about having my will to live sapped out through the eyeballs. This movie was long, this movie was boring, and this movie is rather hard to find so readers can relax and go rent BOAT TRIP or maybe KANGAROO JACK instead. Just insert rusted razor blade shards underneath your fingernails and watch a wall of fresh paint dry to simulate the viewing experience of Gordon Hessler's MEDUSA. There are no women with snakes for hair and nobody gets turned into stone, other than unwary viewers who watch this movie without some form of intoxicant to numb the pain.
THE PLOT: George Hamilton plays a rich, insane Warren Beatty wannabe who lurks around the Isle of Rhodes (thats off the Greek coast, unless they were lying) disrupting wedding parties in what I guess is an Elvis costume, wandering around drunk, and annoying people by wearing a stupid denim jacket with the image of a Native American stitched on the back. A series of murders takes place that seem to implicate Hamilton and/or his attractive local "handler", embodied by former 007 girl Luciana Paluzzi. Cameron Mitchell wanders in from a different movie to menace various people before being abandoned miles from the coast during a swim from Hamilton's boat in the film's most effective scene. I mean, what would you do thrown overboard so far from shore that you can't even see it? You'd DIE. So there!!
One of the problems with the movie is that it assumed we cared about what was going on the screen, and other than a few jolting moments of creepiness the movie just sort of whimpers along, not helped in the least by Hamilton's mugging and mincing for the camera with that stupid jean jacket with the Indian on the back. Every time it appeared on camera all I could think was, what a stupid jacket. Sadly that is the only level on which the film engaged me and was not campy or self aware enough to be fun on a bad level. It was long, it was boring, and when it was over I was delighted.
THE PLOT: George Hamilton plays a rich, insane Warren Beatty wannabe who lurks around the Isle of Rhodes (thats off the Greek coast, unless they were lying) disrupting wedding parties in what I guess is an Elvis costume, wandering around drunk, and annoying people by wearing a stupid denim jacket with the image of a Native American stitched on the back. A series of murders takes place that seem to implicate Hamilton and/or his attractive local "handler", embodied by former 007 girl Luciana Paluzzi. Cameron Mitchell wanders in from a different movie to menace various people before being abandoned miles from the coast during a swim from Hamilton's boat in the film's most effective scene. I mean, what would you do thrown overboard so far from shore that you can't even see it? You'd DIE. So there!!
One of the problems with the movie is that it assumed we cared about what was going on the screen, and other than a few jolting moments of creepiness the movie just sort of whimpers along, not helped in the least by Hamilton's mugging and mincing for the camera with that stupid jean jacket with the Indian on the back. Every time it appeared on camera all I could think was, what a stupid jacket. Sadly that is the only level on which the film engaged me and was not campy or self aware enough to be fun on a bad level. It was long, it was boring, and when it was over I was delighted.