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It's kind of fun to see the men running around in Mazatlan with their bell bottom trousers and their 1970s coiffures. But as in most made-for-TV movies, it's carelessly done. All the men are clean shaven by the production companies hair dresser. The men are given complexions suggesting they were embalmed shortly before shooting began. The story is a fairy tale about a brigantine called Black Pearl and a hunt for treasure off the Mexican coast. It's a variation on a theme established by Robert Louis Stevenson's "Treasure Island," in which the ship carries some bad guys as well as good.

Five of the performers know how to act: Ralph Bellamy as an archetypal old salt, Pedro Armendariz Jr. as a low-echelon heavy, Jack Kruschen stuck in the wrong role, Henry Wilcoxin who only has half a dozen lines, and Anne Archer who's exquisite no matter the role and no matter that she hasn't yet developed her acting chops. Kiel Martin is the handsome young hero. The team set out to find a hidden stash of Nazi gold on the bottom of the ocean off Puerta Vallart, once a tiny village on the west coast of Mexico with a population of three, not counting goats and pericolos, until John Huston shot "Night of the Iguana" there, after which it became an exclusive resort.

The production radiates TV-movie values, with flat lighting, tinny music, and lines delivered more or less mechanically, although not without some occasional sparkle. When Bellamy helps Krushchen as Jocko don his deep-sea diver suit and lower himself into the water, Kiel turns to Bellamy and remarks, "I've never had a close friend in my life." The plain-spoken old salt frowns and replies, "What brought THAT on?" Martin: "Watching you and Jocko." It's a surprising exchange. It illuminates character without advancing the plot one millimeter. And actually I don't know how anyone can stand being in that rubber suit and metal helmet on board a ship, never mind underwater. I had a spell of panic just wearing a gas mask.

Surprise though. Somebody else got to the gold first and took off with it. And instead of further pursuit of unknown strangers, Kiel Martin shrugs his shoulders. To hell with it. They set sail for Tahiti. It's an odd climax. No violence, no triumphs, Martin doesn't get the gold or the girl, nobody's head gets pulled out of its socket. It took guts to greenlight this movie, which ends without tragedy or triumph.

A convoluted mess of an adventure, this silly TV movie deals with the hunt for Nazi treasure where they don't do any hunting. Kiel Martin stars as the heir to his grandfather's ship which is broken into and robbed immediately after he takes over, finding himself in danger, even beating up over the large medallion his grandfather left him as well. Ralph Bellamy takes over as Captain, Jack Kruschen is the crew member and Anne Archer is the young woman who may or may not be in cahoots with the thieves, led by Glenn Corbett.

Some nice location footage with scenes in Mazatlan where a festival is taking place leads to Archer's kidnapping and further adventure. Even with the exotic location footage, there's a cheapness to this production and a silliness to it that had me laughing where laughs were not intended. The ridiculous posing of a portly bodybuilder on parade just seem to be a waste of camera footage, although this Tor Johnson lookalike does have a purpose of being there. Poor Ralph Bellamy looked exhausted running through the streets of Mazatlan to find this man who has a map tattooed on his chest that wasn't visible before. Martin's character of Christopher Sand ain't no Indiana Jones.