For a so-called million dollar project, the concluding part of The Pyramid trilogy is chintzy, with arbitrary plot elements, playing like an unfinished film. Slavish fan adoration and fake awards aside, it's quite disappointing.
Following the end of Part Two tease of colonel Julia Tchernia, she earns her keep in Part Three, humping the colonel Philippe Soine. That's this feature's highlght, with matters going downhill in a hurry.
Potential action scenes take place off-camera: when star David Perry and mercenaries led by his pal Philippe Dean arrive at the pyramid containing the sought after treasure, the killing of henchmen is announced by the English-language narrator but not shown. Perry is saved by a pair of snakes who turn into a pair of vampire women (!), who make love to treacherous Dean and the murderous mercenary leader, then kill them off-screen (all we see later is skeletons). This drags down the movie to laughable all-sex level, wasting the "epic" pretensions of the show.
Bad guy Alain Deloin makes love to two Swedish prostitutes, including future superstar Nikky Anderson. Meanwhile, star of the movie Tania Rusoff is written out of the picture after a desert camel ride with Perry's wife Angelica Mirai. Mirai is left to hump the taxi driver who helped them escape from jail, as Rusoff simply walks away -idiotic.
But not as bad as story finale when Rusoff back again with Mirai find Perry unconscious inside the Pyramid, the snake-girl vampires disappearing, and suddenly Perry waking up to discover everything we've watched is "only a dream"!
Yes, that crummiest of movie copouts is invoked, about as lousy a conclusion to the story as possible. Perry awakes on a tourist bus in Egypt, on his honeymoon, not with the movie's star Angelica Mirai but instead a different blonde played by Tikky. A female guide takes the couple to the pyramids, and the show finally ends with their threesome staged out on the sand.
It's not that porn filmmakers of the ilk of Pyramid's writer-director Pierre Woodman are brain-dead; no, they merely assume the audience is. Certainly the clowns who reward this insulting content with awards (AVN, anyone?) are.