Director Michael Caffey, about whom I know nothing, steers SEVEN IN DARKNESS as blindly as the plot's unfortunate seven blind persons who survive an air crash in an undetermined place - and the result is a largely unintentional comedy.
In addition to their handicap, these blind persons suffer from delusions of power, selfishness, they steal, lie, and do all manner of evil. Thankfully, they stop short of gorging each other down (the source of their food is not known and, to make matters worse, it is being stolen by one greedy element) but thankfully there is none of the cannibalism that would occur in a real life aviation crash in the Andes in October 1972.
Their elected leader (democracy among the blind!), Milton Berle - about whom I also know zero - manages to lead them to safety. In the process, these sightless souls manage to find yarn to string themselves together, start fires to keep warm - though none seem to smoke, and why non-smokers should carry lighters on themselves is baffling -, manage to find a makeshift bridge well above the foot of a hill, and even survive an attack, and kill a brute of a wolf who, for reasons known only to itself, strays off its pack to attack first one of the seven blind, then another. Both injured men bleed profusely in wintry and windy conditions, which should put most human lives at risk, but these two brave it all and you don't see any blood on their clothes.
Lovely Lesley Anne Warren is wasted, your don't even get to see her famous legs and curvy waist. Dear old Arthur O'Connel, always a highly reliable supporting actor, disappears much too soon, leaving a motley crew of sadly limited actors to carry the action, often driven by motivations that had me containing laughter out of respect, and just as often fighting dozing off.
Amazingly, the child who they come across and reluctantly rescues them initially seems to speak a different language, but then somehow trots out perfect English. Yet another miracle if ever there was one!
The irony is that this cheapo might be the precursor of all the disaster films of the 1970s, beginning with AIRPORT (1970) and continuing with POSEIDON, EARTHQUAKE, TOWERING INFERNO, and an array of ever worsening AIRPORT sequels.
Photography is typical B TV product of the 1960s, very washed up and low grade filmmaking. The script is downright naive. 3/10.
In addition to their handicap, these blind persons suffer from delusions of power, selfishness, they steal, lie, and do all manner of evil. Thankfully, they stop short of gorging each other down (the source of their food is not known and, to make matters worse, it is being stolen by one greedy element) but thankfully there is none of the cannibalism that would occur in a real life aviation crash in the Andes in October 1972.
Their elected leader (democracy among the blind!), Milton Berle - about whom I also know zero - manages to lead them to safety. In the process, these sightless souls manage to find yarn to string themselves together, start fires to keep warm - though none seem to smoke, and why non-smokers should carry lighters on themselves is baffling -, manage to find a makeshift bridge well above the foot of a hill, and even survive an attack, and kill a brute of a wolf who, for reasons known only to itself, strays off its pack to attack first one of the seven blind, then another. Both injured men bleed profusely in wintry and windy conditions, which should put most human lives at risk, but these two brave it all and you don't see any blood on their clothes.
Lovely Lesley Anne Warren is wasted, your don't even get to see her famous legs and curvy waist. Dear old Arthur O'Connel, always a highly reliable supporting actor, disappears much too soon, leaving a motley crew of sadly limited actors to carry the action, often driven by motivations that had me containing laughter out of respect, and just as often fighting dozing off.
Amazingly, the child who they come across and reluctantly rescues them initially seems to speak a different language, but then somehow trots out perfect English. Yet another miracle if ever there was one!
The irony is that this cheapo might be the precursor of all the disaster films of the 1970s, beginning with AIRPORT (1970) and continuing with POSEIDON, EARTHQUAKE, TOWERING INFERNO, and an array of ever worsening AIRPORT sequels.
Photography is typical B TV product of the 1960s, very washed up and low grade filmmaking. The script is downright naive. 3/10.