🍿FilmFellow

I suspect this is another one of those films that Roger Moore will claim paid for an house, or a swimming pool or something - for believe me, it has nothing at all to recommend it to anyone. Here he has to team up with Stacy Keach to find out who has been smuggling heroin into San Francisco - very much to the chagrin of local mafioso "Salvatore Francesco" (Ivo Garrani), for such activities are seriously frowned upon by the church. The film has it's fair share of car chases and shoot 'em ups, but the story is wafer-thin, with an almost interminable build up to an ending that we could have created ourselves on a beer mat. Keach is on nowhere near decent form, and Moore is clearly just walking from his winnebago to the set, doing his job, then heading back to put the cucumber slices back on his eyes. It reminded me of a bog-standard episode of "Starsky and Hutch"...