If you are the type who is stupid enough to do drugs, you may even be stupid enough to like this cheap, silly U.S.-Mexican production, The Big Cube. It finds fading, scandal-plagued sex symbol Lana Turner at the absolute bottom of her career, fallen in with a bunch of young, mod, hipster, druggies and a lot of just plain old bad actors.
The plot had some promise, at the first anyway. One of those "let's drive mommy wacko" thrillers. But about two-thirds of the way through, it does a complete turn about to a "let's save poor old mommy from the loony bin", psychodrama. Sounds like a horrible muddle, huh? Is that. A strange creature by the name of George Chakiris leads the bad acting brigade, but he gets a lot of help from a gaggle of young hipsters so repulsive, you may find yourself wanting to bash their alleged brains out with a fondue dish. On the adult side Richard Egan, wooden even in the action parts for which he was best suited, is simply embarrassing here, miscast in a role where he has to act sensitive-like.
This movie is a serious stinker. Only for die-hard fans of Lana Turner, desperate insomniacs, and those wishing to check out the 1960's counter-culture for reasons known but to themselves and God. Others should avoid The Big Cube as if it were a big bubonic plague bacillus.
The plot had some promise, at the first anyway. One of those "let's drive mommy wacko" thrillers. But about two-thirds of the way through, it does a complete turn about to a "let's save poor old mommy from the loony bin", psychodrama. Sounds like a horrible muddle, huh? Is that. A strange creature by the name of George Chakiris leads the bad acting brigade, but he gets a lot of help from a gaggle of young hipsters so repulsive, you may find yourself wanting to bash their alleged brains out with a fondue dish. On the adult side Richard Egan, wooden even in the action parts for which he was best suited, is simply embarrassing here, miscast in a role where he has to act sensitive-like.
This movie is a serious stinker. Only for die-hard fans of Lana Turner, desperate insomniacs, and those wishing to check out the 1960's counter-culture for reasons known but to themselves and God. Others should avoid The Big Cube as if it were a big bubonic plague bacillus.