After the heights of Zulu, it is astonishing the depths that the producer, director and star of that film sank with this woebegone effort. A random bunch of uninteresting people jump on a small plane in the middle of the night for no rational reason and when it crashes start behaving in irrational ways. The acting is phoned in, the script is dire, the direction almost non-existent and the gratuitous slaughter of the local wildlife leaves a sour taste in the mouth. Nobody could be in the slightest bit interested in the fate of any of these "characters", some of whom just disappear from proceedings with no explanation of their fate. This movie deserves it's obscurity.
Review of Sands of the Kalahari
