A clumsy, amateurish farrago from Pete Walker before David McGillivray came along and improved matters. At the arse end of the Swinging Sixties scene, Marianne (a wooden turn from sour-faced horror Susan George) runs from then returns to her father The Judge (a sad, hammy performance from Leo Genn, here a long way from Henry V with Larry) and half-sister (Judy Huxtable - a dreadful performance here, looks OK in a second rate Ingrid Pitt kind of way) who want the money and evidence of The Judge's corrupt past she is due to inherit any day now (she has memorised a bank number for a safe deposit box or some such clichéd nonsense). Tedium ensues and a lovely Austin Healy is destroyed. Oh and most disturbingly of all, Barry Evans wears leather trousers on more than one occasion.
This is a terrible film and extremely boring. Only the lovely Algarve locations and sights of London in the early '70s really catch the attention. Susan George is just awful and is seen mostly putting on a succession of ill-fitting jeans and unflattering polo shirts with her customary about-to-burst-into-tears gob on her.
A waste of a superb title. Avoid.
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