The god Antiochus (a passable performance by Wayne Roberts) buys a female slave for the goddess Aphrodite (fetching brunette Antoinette Maynard) and her lover Apollo (hunky blonde surfer dude Walt Phillips). Said slave turns out to be exiled Cretan queen Sappho (ravishing redhead Luanne Roberts), who plots with her lover Paris (the hopelessly insipid Robin Courtney) to escape from Aphrodite and Apollo.
Flatly directed by Alain Patrick (who also wrote the blah script), with a meandering story that unfolds at a painfully plodding pace, a mushy tone, badly dubbed-in moaning and groaning during the dull soft-core sex scenes, a drippy score by John Bath, generally terrible acting, a clumsily staged sword fight, and a depressing bummer ending, this one proves to be a real chore to endure. Only the generous amount of tasty distaff nudity and the competent cinematography by the always reliable Gary Graver manage to make a favorable impression. A total clunker.
Flatly directed by Alain Patrick (who also wrote the blah script), with a meandering story that unfolds at a painfully plodding pace, a mushy tone, badly dubbed-in moaning and groaning during the dull soft-core sex scenes, a drippy score by John Bath, generally terrible acting, a clumsily staged sword fight, and a depressing bummer ending, this one proves to be a real chore to endure. Only the generous amount of tasty distaff nudity and the competent cinematography by the always reliable Gary Graver manage to make a favorable impression. A total clunker.