Cebalord Very best movie i ever watch

Colibel Terrible acting, screenplay and direction.

ThedevilChoose When a movie has you begging for it to end not even half way through it's pure crap. We've all seen this movie and this characters millions of times, nothing new in it. Don't waste your time.

Darin One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

GeoData If ever a film deserves obscurity this one should be completely eradicated from the first to the last frame, to prevent cruelty to viewers, to film making professionals, and to the actors trapped therein. Watching snails mate IS much more entertaining.An obvious attempt to "rescue" already shot footage from some aborted movie project, the result is the best demonstrative excuse to outlaw cloning yet devised ...referring to the movie, not the biological process. Even worse, you can tell when the editors intentionally "stretched" the film by repeating the same scenes over and over and over and over and .... sow on. It is shocking to see reference to "script" personnel in the closing credits. I suspect this was an attempt to perpetrate a fraud. In the film there is no evidence of a script, nor coherence or continuity. The only plot possible for this film is the one into which it should be put.Bury this movie, don't view it.Why did I view this film? I cannot think of a single good reason other than stupid disbelief ...sort of like a deer frozen motionless in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

hengir Poor Robert Vaughan. Perhaps he did this for the money though as the budget wasn't that large one can't imagine he got that much. It begins with an almost unending scene where the last free man on earth (I think) watches a potted history of the twentieth century (apparently this is meant to be an awful warning about human behaviour) before it begins proper with agent Vaughan in the course of his investigations discovering an island where the Fourth Reich is sending out clones of influential people to take over the world. This might have some entertaining camp value if the film wasn't so slow. Still, any film with a Robert Vaughan clone and an Adolf Hitler clone can't be all bad. There were lots of girls clad in blue dresses whose function escaped me but they were nice to look at. So look at your government leader close. He may be a Nazi clone....

Woodyanders I've seen more than my fair share of malodorous cinematic stinkers, so claiming that this horrifically horrendous dud is perhaps the smelliest celluloid skunk I've ever had the grave misfortune to stumble across is say a whole lot. Things get off to an unpromising start with a lone man stranded on a remote island wandering through the woods. His meandering thoughts serve as insufferably tedious narration. The man finds a cave and ventures inside. He discovers a bunch of old computers. He watches about twenty entire minutes worth of stock footage of both World Wars, Woodstock and Vietnam. Sound exciting? Well, trust me it sure ain't. Boring? Most definitely. It's more boring than watching two snails copulate for five hours straight.The story proper finally kicks in and things only get worse. Much, much worse. Poor Robert Vaughn, a long way off from "The Man from U.N.C.L.E.," portrays a drippy stuffed shirt bargain basement James Bond-style government secret agent who discovers a nefarious Nazi plot in South America to start a Fourth Reich through cloning. Cranky superior Keenan Wynn huffs and puffs his disapproval. Leo Gordon is shamefully wasted in a nothing bit part as a useless FBI chief. The ubiquitous Aldo Ray pops up as an evil Nazi rat. None other than Hitler himself (badly played by a pitifully unconvincing actor) turns out to be behind the whole thing. Wynn also is revealed as being in cahoots with the Nazis (that's a big surprise -- NOT!). The limp direction by Kenneth Hartford and notorious Grade Z blunder wonder supreme David L. Hewitt (who also co-wrote the stale cookie cutter script), David E. Jackson's ugly, washed-out cinematography, the lethargic pacing, the infrequent and ineptly staged action scenes (the undeniable low point occurs when Vaughn very meekly fights a clone of himself), William Loose's terrible droning slushy score, the crummy acting, and the dreadful tin-eared dialogue ("I think you could do with a little less bump and a lot more grind") are all uniformly abominable. Naturally, this gruelingly godawful ordeal spent two years gathering dust on the shelves before it was purchased by legendary cruddy late-night TV titans Gold Key Entertainment so it could be rerun an endless amount of times at 1:00 a.m. in the morning much to the dismay of insomniacs the world over. This appalling atrocity comes across like a fifth-rate watered-down version of an "Ilsa" picture. The absolute pits.

madsagittarian (spoiler in third paragraph)After a near decade-long layoff, the Grade Z genius David L. Hewitt (WIZARD OF MARS, THE MIGHTY GORGA) once again blesses us with his cinematic charms with this dreary espionage flick whose history is almost as obscure as the film itself. Apparently someone had made a no-budget "Man From UNCLE" wannabe featuring none other than Robert Vaughn, and either the film was not completed, or simply too short to warrant theatrical release. Therefore, the film is padded with a wraparound story of a man on an island (presumably the last survivor of this planet) who watches footage of previous exploits of mankind-- hence, the inclusion of this twisted spy fable. I'm not sure at which point Hewitt (one of the two directors) was hired for this film. It is unclear whether he directed the underlit spy movie or the cold wraparound post-apocalyptic stuff which was meant to "rescue" the movie. In either case, this is classic Dave Hewitt material-- namely, futile attempts at trying to make something out of nothing. Plus, with the tacked-on footage of the sole man watching the other film (abetted with impossibly unenthused voiceover), the ending is thus anticlimactic. It adds nothing to the other story.Because this is a Gold Key release (remember those late-night fillers like FOES, CAPTIVE and TARGET EARTH?), this is also impossibly lethargic. Its attempts at suspense are so dismal (so many meaningless POV shots going through reeds during a chase scene), that even such ingredients as a sudden last-reel change to womens-prison-genre conventions fail to light any sparks. Its sole novelty is the revelation that the mastermind behind the cloning which Vaughn is sent to investigate, is none other than Adolf Hitler! Otherwise the only other memorable moment is the inevitable dramatically ironic moment when Vaughn faces his own clone. In an inspired bit of bad filmmaking, the two Vaughns fight... in a shot that is so underexposed that you can't see either one of them!!Whew. What an ordeal it is to survive this film. I haven't seen this in over fifteen years (and the late-night movie programmers paired this with INVASION FROM INNER EARTH to make for one unforgettable evening of Grade Z badness; I had to watch them both twice), and now that the late show has been overrun with infomercials that cost even less to program than drivel like this, I doubt it will rear its head again. However, THE LUCIFER COMPLEX is another of those strange dichotomies of our youthful memories-- even though it is an unpleasant experience, for some reason we want to relive it, simply because it reflects a crucial time in our lives. That is the perplexing behavioural pattern of those like myself who have a strange attraction-repulsion to bad movies. They outrage and bemuse us at the same time. And now because there is so little in today's watershed of cinema to have such audacity to confound us, perhaps that is why we pine for these films all over again. At least they make us feel something. If anything, you'll probably find this film way, way in the back of some independent video store, with a now-yellowing box with enticing cover art and foisting the names of Robert Vaughn, Aldo Ray and Keenan Wynn to make one think it's better than it is. Ah, the days of the video age-- when any no-buck releasing company would try to transcend the dreck they were trying to put on the shelves. Enter if you dare.