Proving once again that talent need not stand in the way of making a bad movie, Christopher Lee strikes again. Not content with being part of a mind-numbingly bad performance in "The Castle of Fu Manchu" -- just ask Tom Servo & Crow T. Robot -- Lee once again sends the mind reeling in a performance that could be a substitute for LSD.
While the occindental Lee's performance of Fu Manchu is offensive in terms of sensibilities, his appearance as a hooded man on the run amongst a circus merely offends the viewers expectations. He spends his time apparently thinking he's doing a Dracula movie. He does not seem to know that he's making a mystery/suspense movie, not a horror one.
It all begins well enough. A bank robbery happens before the opening credits roll. However, not long after, everyone is conveniently captured but one (and he is also conveniently killed). The rest of the movie centers on the cash, which the dead accomplice delivered to the mystery man who killed him, and how it makes its way to Lee, who plays a lion tamer (!).
The movie has a love triangle, odious comic relief, a midget with the name of Mr. Big, police detectives with bald heads, and lots, lots less. If the last line in your movie is "I don't need more evidence, Mr. Big. You're fired." you have a truly horrible movie. Watching this movie just may give you cancer. It should come in a red biohazard bag; it is that awful.
Sterno says remember to ask yourself, "What the heck was that?" if you are unfortunate enough to watch this one.
While the occindental Lee's performance of Fu Manchu is offensive in terms of sensibilities, his appearance as a hooded man on the run amongst a circus merely offends the viewers expectations. He spends his time apparently thinking he's doing a Dracula movie. He does not seem to know that he's making a mystery/suspense movie, not a horror one.
It all begins well enough. A bank robbery happens before the opening credits roll. However, not long after, everyone is conveniently captured but one (and he is also conveniently killed). The rest of the movie centers on the cash, which the dead accomplice delivered to the mystery man who killed him, and how it makes its way to Lee, who plays a lion tamer (!).
The movie has a love triangle, odious comic relief, a midget with the name of Mr. Big, police detectives with bald heads, and lots, lots less. If the last line in your movie is "I don't need more evidence, Mr. Big. You're fired." you have a truly horrible movie. Watching this movie just may give you cancer. It should come in a red biohazard bag; it is that awful.
Sterno says remember to ask yourself, "What the heck was that?" if you are unfortunate enough to watch this one.
