| Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
| Jack Palance | ... | Voltan | |
| John Terry | ... | Hawk | |
| Bernard Bresslaw | ... | Gort, Giant | |
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Ray Charleson | ... | Crow, Elf |
| Peter O'Farrell | ... | Baldin, Dwarf | |
| William Morgan Sheppard | ... | Ranulf (as Morgan Sheppard) | |
| Patricia Quinn | ... | Woman, Sorceress | |
| Cheryl Campbell | ... | Sister Monica | |
| Annette Crosbie | ... | Abbess | |
| Catriona MacColl | ... | Eliane | |
| Shane Briant | ... | Drogo | |
| Harry Andrews | ... | High Abbot | |
| Christopher Benjamin | ... | Fitzwalter | |
| Roy Kinnear | ... | Innkeeper | |
| Patrick Magee | ... | Priest | |
Hawk, having suffered the ignominy of watching both his father and fiancée die at the hands of his brother, Voltan, sets out on a quest for companions to aid him in his fight to stop his brother's reign of evil and free the Abbess. Written by Lee Shapiro <hgwells@magicnet.net>
If you're the sort who likes to do a roll-your-own kind of MST3K movie night -- and let's be honest, it's *much* more fun to come up with your own wiseass comments anyway -- then this film is on your must-see list. There's so much wrong with it that I hardly know where to begin. It'll help to categorize.
-- The acting. Yoikes! There's some genuine skill involved in the portrayal of two or three of the characters, and there's some fun chemistry between Bernard Bresslaw as Gort the giant and Peter O'Farrell as Baldin the dwarf, but other than that this is all Golden Turkey material. John Terry in the title role could have been outacted by a dead cat, and Jack Palance as the villain is so over-the-top that he's ridiculous instead of menacing. (He's also supposed to be John Terry's brother despite being about 40 years too old to pull it off.) Everyone who tries to sound mysterious or wise comes off as stoned instead. Maybe they were.
-- The script. There's not so much a plot as a series of contrivances that serve as an excuse for the actors to deliver their lines and the fight scenes. I think they used up their studio's entire Plot Contrivance Quota for both 1979 *and* 1980, which must have been a real hardship because it would have left them unable to film any of the teenage sex comedies that were so popular back then.
-- The special effects. AAAAAGH! The Giant Executive Desk Toy that's supposed to be a magical teleporter! The cheesy glowing rocks! The hyperactive fog machines! The film loops! The... the... AIEEEEEEEEE! The horror!
Bottom line is if you take this film as seriously as it presents itself, you'll hate it. But for a rollicking fun evening of derisive mockery, you'll have trouble finding a better. Unless you go out and get an Ator movie or something.