The name of schlockmeister Anthony M. Dawson doesn't bode well, and the change of title from 'The Naked Sun' to 'Killer Fish' (not to mention the opening declaration that it's a presentation by Sir Lew Grade) confirms that it's just high concept nonsense.
But cross-eyed, big-haired Karen Black alone makes the film worth seeing. Heaven knows why she bothers with a jerk like James Franciscus who actually seeded the lake where the gang's ill-gotten gains are stashed and just stands there while Black does the man's work actually going down to retrieve the spoils looking seriously fit in a classic black wetsuit.
But cross-eyed, big-haired Karen Black alone makes the film worth seeing. Heaven knows why she bothers with a jerk like James Franciscus who actually seeded the lake where the gang's ill-gotten gains are stashed and just stands there while Black does the man's work actually going down to retrieve the spoils looking seriously fit in a classic black wetsuit.