Think below average "Hawaiian Eye" episode on location and you pretty much have this awful movie. Compared to it any rando episode of "Magnum P. I." or "Hawaii 5-0" will look like Citizen friggin Kane. The story is so uninteresting that after twenty minutes the question in my mind shifted from "How did Sam's daughter die?" to "Will Dick Boone ever doff that ratty yellow windbreaker?" And speaking of Boone, he has rarely been this lifeless. He seems, with the full cooperation of his buddy, director Lamont Johnson, to have fully embraced the Aloha spirit of "Aint no big deal, brudda". But he is not alone in the Lousy Acting Dept. Joan Blondell supplants Paul Newman in "Mackintosh Man" as the winner of Worst Australian Accent by a Yank award and Chips Rafferty, whose Aussie accent is considerably better because he hails from Broken Hill and not Brooklyn, a la Blondell, decides, in the absence of directorial control from Johnson, to engage in some serious dying burn victim scenery chewing. Hell, even Vera Miles hams it up in her initial meeting with old flame Boone. And that is where I pulled the plug on this bilge. Cannot stand to see a fine actor like Miles, who starred in John Ford's two best films, doing bad work. C minus.
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