Simbad e il califfo di Bagdad

One of the "you must see them to believe it"-movies. Written probably by drunkards, played by over-actors, seen by fanatics (other viewers turned off the screen after 5-7 minutes). Very bad, very funny, very crappy. A mess how low Francisci went down the line. Robert Malcolm, playing Sinbad, has made a very bad Spaghetti Western, Arturo Dominici and Franco Fantasia have never been wasted more than here; Spartaco Conversi is in his normal form (i.e. playing a bearded character speaking mysteriously). The belly dances mostly have more belly than dance, and the rest of the thing disappears in the plot holes. To make it short, a must-see-picture.