One of those cheap 1970s thrillers that seems to have been shot in its entirely in the sunny outdoors in order to cut down on costs. Not much in the way of scenery changes or plotting, just the mildly creepy Marjoe Gortner getting involved in a heroin smuggling plot in Hawaii, of all places. Sadly the sun is the best thing about this ho-hum effort.
Review of Acapulco Gold
