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Hammerhead is a dangerous international criminal suspected by British Intelligence of trying to steal NATO defense secrets. In desperation, a young, charming soldier of fortune is called in to match wits and guts in man-to-man combat with Hammerhead. His name is Charles Hood and he operates in London (the wilder parts) and moves on to the Portuguese coast in pursuit of Hammerhead and pursued by pert, kooky London model Sue Trenton. Written by
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For years I thought Victor Mature was the most uncharismatic, untalented actor to have ever managed to succeed in Hollywood, but now, ladies and gents, I stand corrected. That dishonor must go to the, er, "star" of Hammerhead, Mr Vince Edwards. In short, he's an utter bore. As is the movie. But my God, is he dreadful. His face is like a catcher's mitt, just expressionless throughout the whole movie. His voice is one note of droning monotony and as for his physical presence, well, I suspect most of the action was performed by a double as they consisted mostly of suspicious close ups of legs and arms being thrust in the direction of bad guys without ol' Vince's hammerface in the shot.
Won't bother with the plot, critique the direction or soundtrack ... sufficed to say it all pretty much stinks.
I'm a massive spy movie fan - seen 'em all pretty much - especially the 60s adventure ones, and I must say this movie is easily one of the worst. Even the mostly incomprehensible Italian stuff of the same era is a lot more fun and watchable than this rubbish.
The only good thing from Hammerhead are the girls. Plenty of them and all pretty.
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