Maybe you can figure out the plot, I couldn't. Looks to me like somebody put the ingredients into a mix-master and then poured the goulash onto the screen. Characters sort of drift in and out minus the connecting threads that bind a narrative into anything coherent. I guess the result here is intended to be a mystery since the lighting bill couldn't total more than 10-bucks. Whatever it is, it's certainly not a whodunit. I think I recognized Sanders since he does escape the dark now and then. Now I'm as big a fan of the old smoothie as anyone; however, the script's one big accomplishment is to make Sanders' Templar the absolute master of every situation and the predictability does get tiresome. Perhaps that's one reason gentleman detectives of the 30's gave way to blue-collar private- eyes of the 40's. At least Marlowe and Spade stumble around and get clobbered now and again like regular mortals. Anyway, skip this entry in an otherwise decent series, unless, that is, you have a taste for goulash.
Review of The Saint Strikes Back
