Once again I blame Ray Dennis Steckler for the horror that is Coleman Francis. If that skinny, monkey faced twerp hadn't pulled Francis out of a ditch where he was enjoying a drunken stupor, so that he could give him a part in his own 'movie', then this guy would have died unknown and unmissed. Instead, Francis began to have delusions of grandeur in which he believed that he was a brilliant filmmaker, instead of one of the worst film makers of all time. He and Hal Warren should hold the title together, frankly. These guys made Ed Wood look like an auteur in comparison.
In this gray horror, endless shots of skydiving(at least five hours or so) are interspersed with the so-called 'plot', such as it is. A wooden guy named Harry(who could have been played with more life by a crash test dummy rather than Tony Cardoza) runs skydiving school with his wife, who has a hair helmet so stiff that she must have used a pound of concrete in it to keep it in shape. He's cheating on his blandly nice wife with a scary looking woman in town. This Nosferatu becomes angry when Harry refuses to see her anymore, and decides to get revenge by putting acid on his chute. The most disturbing scene of all is when she apparently has sex with an elderly druggist to get the acid.
There's a lot of things that don't make sense, and don't seem to tie into the movie at all. Like the dance that suddenly starts on the tarmac for no reason, with an inexplicable Scotsman wandering around in the middle of it. And plot lines that dribble off into nothing over and over again. And of course, people who wander in and out of the movie and are never seen again. Lots of them. A quarter of a town at least appear, read their lines woodenly, and exit stage left. In this case, it isn't just the Director's girlfriend who gets a cameo - it's his family, friends, grocer, etc. And Francis himself, of course. The chunky, greasy, completely unlikeable gargoyle makes a short appearance at the end of the film. Well, at least he didn't cast himself as the 'hero' like he did in the horrid Red Zone Cuba. That's the only thing keeping this film from being just as awful as that one.
In this gray horror, endless shots of skydiving(at least five hours or so) are interspersed with the so-called 'plot', such as it is. A wooden guy named Harry(who could have been played with more life by a crash test dummy rather than Tony Cardoza) runs skydiving school with his wife, who has a hair helmet so stiff that she must have used a pound of concrete in it to keep it in shape. He's cheating on his blandly nice wife with a scary looking woman in town. This Nosferatu becomes angry when Harry refuses to see her anymore, and decides to get revenge by putting acid on his chute. The most disturbing scene of all is when she apparently has sex with an elderly druggist to get the acid.
There's a lot of things that don't make sense, and don't seem to tie into the movie at all. Like the dance that suddenly starts on the tarmac for no reason, with an inexplicable Scotsman wandering around in the middle of it. And plot lines that dribble off into nothing over and over again. And of course, people who wander in and out of the movie and are never seen again. Lots of them. A quarter of a town at least appear, read their lines woodenly, and exit stage left. In this case, it isn't just the Director's girlfriend who gets a cameo - it's his family, friends, grocer, etc. And Francis himself, of course. The chunky, greasy, completely unlikeable gargoyle makes a short appearance at the end of the film. Well, at least he didn't cast himself as the 'hero' like he did in the horrid Red Zone Cuba. That's the only thing keeping this film from being just as awful as that one.