This "end of the world" low-budget sci-fi has a three person cast, with Betsy Jones-Moreland as a sexy wife, Antony Carbone as her domineering wealthy husband and Robert Towne as his best friend who realizes his playboy days are practically over when everybody, at least on the island of Puerto Rico, dies as the supply of oxygen disappears from the planet. Fortunately, they were scuba diving at the time (wasn't anybody else in the Caribbean?), so like the kids who survived "the night of the comet" 20 something years later, they are left alone to hopefully re-populate the planet should the rest of the world suffered the same fate. The tension rises as the two buddies fight over the surviving woman and their fights threaten to leave her all alone, probably the greatest fear that any woman could ever have.
Low-budget corn of the silliest kind (from the mind of low-budget king Roger Corman), this has its moments of social relevance but ultimately resolves on Corman's seemingly own sexual fantasies of two men left alone with two women where nobody is going to be the winner. It reaches the heights of silliness when the two men start slapping each other with fish (shades of Monty Python) which results in an ultra-violent fight that leaves one of them with a head injury that may certainly be fatal. The acting is amateurish, the photography and sound dull, and it is obvious that if this was filmed on location, they must have gotten up at the crack of dawn to find beach-front locations to film without the disturbances of the natives or tourists who flocked to the islands on vacation. The chase sequence at the end leads to a showdown in a church which suffers from the most outlandish dialog ever written.
Low-budget corn of the silliest kind (from the mind of low-budget king Roger Corman), this has its moments of social relevance but ultimately resolves on Corman's seemingly own sexual fantasies of two men left alone with two women where nobody is going to be the winner. It reaches the heights of silliness when the two men start slapping each other with fish (shades of Monty Python) which results in an ultra-violent fight that leaves one of them with a head injury that may certainly be fatal. The acting is amateurish, the photography and sound dull, and it is obvious that if this was filmed on location, they must have gotten up at the crack of dawn to find beach-front locations to film without the disturbances of the natives or tourists who flocked to the islands on vacation. The chase sequence at the end leads to a showdown in a church which suffers from the most outlandish dialog ever written.