5 December 2009 | moonspinner55
Too late...it's a goner!
A womanizing photojournalist and a milquetoast reporter are partnered on an assigned business venture to the South Pole. At a military outpost in the Antarctic, they encounter government meatheads and Russian scientists, but what they really want is girls! Screenwriter Dale Wasserman, working from a novel by Philip Benjamin, doesn't provide the actors with anything other than head-butting humor, and seldom have I seen so many floundering performances in one picture. George Maharis and Robert Morse end up looking like a poor man's Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon; their comic rapport is colorless, though they do remain relaxed in the midst of such witless shenanigans. Daniel Mann directed, perhaps with his eyes shut. * from ****