Hooray for the internet.
Tintorera is a movie I had read about since my youth, and I knew it to be an exotic shark-based action adventure with some sauciness, featuring two of my favourite English actresses of the early 70s, Susan George (Straw Dogs) and Fiona Lewis (Villain), and furthermore the sauciness meant that there was a more than passing likelihood that they might be skimpily dressed. Or less.
As I said, hooray for the internet. Tintorera was found.
Oh dearie dearie me.
It turns out that my wish to see Mesdames George and Lewis in states of deshabille was sadly inadequate justification for sitting through, how can I put it, 90 minutes of tripe. The two English roses are more or less incidental, and one of them - sorry for the spoiler - becomes shark num-nums fairly early on in an almost exact retread of the opening sequence of Jaws. Except for the suspense, thrills and music.
Most of the film appears to concentrate on what, apart from their skirt chasing, would appear to be a fairly overt gay relationship between the two main (male) characters.
Irrespective of the sexual proclivities of the two fellows who spend much of the movie prancing around either in their bathers or bare-bummed, this film simply isn't very good.
Tintorera is a movie I had read about since my youth, and I knew it to be an exotic shark-based action adventure with some sauciness, featuring two of my favourite English actresses of the early 70s, Susan George (Straw Dogs) and Fiona Lewis (Villain), and furthermore the sauciness meant that there was a more than passing likelihood that they might be skimpily dressed. Or less.
As I said, hooray for the internet. Tintorera was found.
Oh dearie dearie me.
It turns out that my wish to see Mesdames George and Lewis in states of deshabille was sadly inadequate justification for sitting through, how can I put it, 90 minutes of tripe. The two English roses are more or less incidental, and one of them - sorry for the spoiler - becomes shark num-nums fairly early on in an almost exact retread of the opening sequence of Jaws. Except for the suspense, thrills and music.
Most of the film appears to concentrate on what, apart from their skirt chasing, would appear to be a fairly overt gay relationship between the two main (male) characters.
Irrespective of the sexual proclivities of the two fellows who spend much of the movie prancing around either in their bathers or bare-bummed, this film simply isn't very good.