A lower than low grade criminal collusion between Italy and Turkey sees Italo Martinenghi hijack the Three Fantastic Supermen franchise. Though there is simply no excuse for Sal Borghese's turn as a slack jawed superhero with learning difficulties, Nico Fidenco's skull rattlingly infectious disco workout sounds like a Parliament record spun at 78RPM. On a wobbly turntable. Which can only be a good thing.
Obligatory belly dancing sequences, conniving health care workers, limp wristed mobsters and a time machine that whisks its occupants back to the late Byzantine period are all part of the supposed fun. The biggest joke, however, is probably on its audience.
