Random inserts of horse racing, a cardboard box robot with phallic weaponry, at least three seemingly unconnected story lines, Turkish Michael Palin in a double act with Turkish Robbie Coltrane, assorted masked villains and our titular heroes. Yes, this pretty much has everything you would expect from a Turkish low budget superhero flick.
What it doesn't have however, is very much at all to do with the Olympics, which is a shame, because the potential for extended Turkish training montages was what drew me to this film in the first place. Instead, we see our heroes (one of whom seems to have a smoking addiction!) perform a token javelin throw (a stick lobbed into trees), a shot putt (it takes two of them to pick up a small rock) and a high jump (at coffee table height), before apparently travelling backwards and forwards in time, aided by Turkish Fu Manchu.
It would probably be unfair of me to say that this film is an incoherent mess; after all, I watched it without the aid of English subtitles and I have not seen 'Three Supermen Against the Godfather' which this is the sequel to. But this movie is an incoherent mess.
But, like Turkish Star Wars, this had me laughing my head off and I recommend it to all lovers of bad movies and cinema from another world.
