Nick Millard made a few very watchable no-budget films during the 70s and 80s...this one, however, is just plain awful. From the looks of it, it was possibly an unfinished project, as the video release looks like a piecemeal of crude footage haphazardly scrapped together into something which somewhat resembles a movie. Story seems to have noir-ish aspirations, as a femme fatale non-extraordinaire lures an aging ex-con to Mexico to intercept a mega-volume heroin delivery. Sparks fly between the two, and a rather unappealing romance ensues. "Highlights" include some bloodless gun violence, and the laziest stripper on Earth who doesn't even stand up, reclining drowsily on some pillows and playing with her left boob for what feels like an hour.
This almost-non-movie is loaded with lengthy filler crap, like our lead man pacing pensively around his dingy flat, dubiously shaking his head, eating a can of Beanie-Weenie, and looking at a copy of Playboy. Equally irritating, a ceaseless barrage of badly recorded flamenco music which is often entirely inappropriate for the on screen action.
Technically deplorable exercise in tedium should be of no concern to anyone other than the most unyielding Uschi Digard fanatics.
1.5/10...may it linger in perpetual obscurity until the end of time.