WARNING, SPOILERS. Despite lurid elements, such as Nazi cloning and a bull-dyke prison matron, this one is cold beans, snuffed out by dawdling pace and crummy acting. The opening 20 min. is the framing device: an apocalypse survivor with his own techno cave watches blurry video of past wars and rock festivals while he philosophizes in a monotone on Man's History. Eventually, and it's a mighty long eventually, we realize he's watching "Lucifer Complex." Then it's Robert Vaughn Vs. the Nazis. Vaughn uncovers a compound where chubby "Uberfuhrer Frobe" (!) is creating a master race, most of whom seem to be women cast from the checkout line at a Piggly Wiggly. Johnny Quest-type caper music with plenty of bongos plays over the action. This is Career Hell for Vaughn, Keenan Wynn, and Aldo Ray (who is barely given "Uh-huh" to speak.) Whatever they were paid, it wasn't enough. Filmmaker incompetence provides enough laughs to get you through its 91 minutes: ... underpopulated action scenes, with the same 5 or 6 Nazis getting shot or punched out, over and over ...Middle-aged Vaughn taking out younger opponents with catlike karate chops ... the shag-blonde shooting Nazis, then spitting on them ...Vaughn fires a tank shell at Nazi HQ, and all it does is blow out a window and start a fire ...Adolph Hitler shows up, but he looks more like Mr. Whipple than Der Fuhrer. Pic is like an old stick of gum you find at the back of your suitcase. It's crummy but you stay with it. Anyway, I did.
Review of The Lucifer Complex
