Reviews

The purest form of garbage boiled in cat pee & dog dung would be preferable to this grotesque mediocrity. Dead soulless characters mouthing an idiotic script based on the vapid vanity of some wacky cult/pseudo religion. To call this crap would embarrass real crap. The craven idiots that would bother to watch it deserve their self-styled lobotomies. Only a masochist or a drooling idiot would watch more than five minutes. The dog barking early in the film outside of frame was probably the only sensible attempt at reality. The only possible rapture would be that this film vanish from memory. The only possible heaven seems to be to boil the cult in oil for ever attempting this disgusting waste of film, time and resources. Only one word comes to mind regarding this film: abomination of culture, taste, religion of any sort. Given the choice of being targeted by a Texas size asteroid or watching this film: do yourself a favor: choose the asteroid! Travesty. abomination, grotesque, mediocre, evil, bad, putrid are totally inadequate to describe this execrable example of attempted social masturbation. Even bad porno has a point: this putative movie fails even in that. Should someone force you to watch this, grab a fork or sharp object and stab yourself in the leg ... if you are going to hurt so bad, do it to yourself: Oprah calls that empowerment. If there was a Satan that wanted to destroy souls and corrupt people: Satan would be proud of this film! The ludicrous attempt at dialogue, while hampered by foley and other ambient sounds truly wrenches their overly self-righteous preachiness from being heard: that maybe a good thing. Even Ed Wood had better technique and pride in his craft than these brain-dead excuses.

Jobert's Gallic charm radiates through her voice, eyes and mannerisms. Kirk Douglas seems to look disheartened at his role. He appears flat and strained at times. He does have his moments. Douglas tells a very funny joke to Fabièn (Jobert) about Russian researchers determining the age of a mummy.

A few scenes seem stolen from Jobert's Rider On the Rain (of particular note hiding in the closet and being discovered, peering through a shop window). Jobert's comedic talent comes easily and properly dovetails into the serious aspects of the plot. Sir Trevor's scene stealing butler is absolutely hilarious and rivals Tom Courteny's role as the bungling spy. While the plot may seem a tad contrived, it comes across quite well, if one takes the time to relax and be entertained. The ending does leave you with the feeling that there should have been a sequel. Like "Rider On the Rain", her on-screen husband comes across unappreciative of having a loyal and dedicated beauty such as Jobert for a wife. Also reflecting the cold war times , you have lies, counter-lies and disinformation battering the truth.

Overall, you may find yourself watching this movie a few times for the sheer fun of it!