I am going on with the ordeal of discovering all the bad movies Roy Budd scored. Here James Coburn has to cope with a much lower budget (and fewer talented people) than Michael Caine in The Marseille Contract or The Black Windmill. It shows, painfully.
How would such a linear protracted flimsy story make it into a movie script in the first place? The premise, that is the whole movie, is in the title. A clumsy prologue and epilogue are tacked to the project's storyline which actually would have been OK as a tongue-in-cheek 50-minute Avengers episode. Instead they go for a dead serious 70s dark conspiracy flick with nothing mysterious or hidden in it. Nothing makes sense, so director Ken Hughes is at a loss for tension. Never mind suspense.
The actors did OK though, quite a feat with such dull material.
How would such a linear protracted flimsy story make it into a movie script in the first place? The premise, that is the whole movie, is in the title. A clumsy prologue and epilogue are tacked to the project's storyline which actually would have been OK as a tongue-in-cheek 50-minute Avengers episode. Instead they go for a dead serious 70s dark conspiracy flick with nothing mysterious or hidden in it. Nothing makes sense, so director Ken Hughes is at a loss for tension. Never mind suspense.
The actors did OK though, quite a feat with such dull material.