A radical case of Art for Art's Sake, a limp spaghetti Western in which the 3-D process becomes the sole raison d'être. All the action is funneled into the camera lens: bats fly at it, rats scamper at it, spears and flaming arrows are flung at it (these are the best), and the actors stand directly on top of it and do everything imaginable over it except urinate. Early specimens like House of Wax and Dial M for Murder felt they needed a bit more substance and technique than just the 3-D; it wasn't until X-rated items like The Stewardesses, ca. 1970, that that need was felt as little as here. With Tony Anthony and Victoria Abril; directed by Ferdinando Baldi. (1981) — Duncan Shepherd
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