The presence of Kirk Morris in a peplum could usually be a guaranteed sign of weirdness (Atlas against the Czar, Witch's Curse), and here is no exception.
A rather dull Maciste/Hercules-worshipping cult (who bear a worrying resemblance to the standard peplum portrayal of Christians) conjure up their hero in a ceremony involving lots of smoke and sparks, and before you know it he's throwing things around, hobnobbing with royalty, and rescuing the rather ordinary valley girls (as the French title calls them).
Helene Chanel does her standard turn as the evil Queen Masura with fabulous hair and a whip who is in cahoots with with duplicitous Alberto Farnese, while Spela Rozin is the drippy love interest, Nando Tamberlani is the high priest and Rosalba Neri is wasted as a hand maiden who is Farnese's bit on the side.
It's all pretty average stuff, not bad with Morris heavily tanned and looking buff, but with nothing to set it apart from the pack.
A rather dull Maciste/Hercules-worshipping cult (who bear a worrying resemblance to the standard peplum portrayal of Christians) conjure up their hero in a ceremony involving lots of smoke and sparks, and before you know it he's throwing things around, hobnobbing with royalty, and rescuing the rather ordinary valley girls (as the French title calls them).
Helene Chanel does her standard turn as the evil Queen Masura with fabulous hair and a whip who is in cahoots with with duplicitous Alberto Farnese, while Spela Rozin is the drippy love interest, Nando Tamberlani is the high priest and Rosalba Neri is wasted as a hand maiden who is Farnese's bit on the side.
It's all pretty average stuff, not bad with Morris heavily tanned and looking buff, but with nothing to set it apart from the pack.