Dead Wrong

The promise of nothing much from a drug smuggling-related plot is amply fulfilled once again in this pathetic B movie that makes itself worse by trying to look expensive (ie aerial footage during the opening credits).

If you can believe Ms Ekland as an undercover agent you'll believe anything because, due to the the collusion between the male-scribbled script and her meretricious performance, she comes across as your average brainless bimbo found to a superfluous degree in these sorts of films, usually seen filling in idea gaps by getting wet.

The plot concerns the trafficking of some dope to Canada that turns out to be cocaine - oops. The movie however, is so unimaginitively written and rendered as to require one's maximum effort simply to continue looking at the screen, let alone discern any moral subtext.

Irredeemable energy is expended in dismissing this as just plain ghastly. Recommended only for those for whom the noose, the gas oven, the sleeping tablets and the kitchen knife have so far failed to produce the desired effect.