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Doctor Goltz (Frank T.Smith), a scientist who has invented the epsilon
ray, which enables its owner to control others via television, is
kidnapped by the evil organisation SKAFISCH. Sir Arthur (Artur Rodrigus)
realizes there is only one man who can get him back, Max Mikado.
Unfortunately though, instead of picking up Mikado at the airport, they
bring in small-fry private detective Rudolf Randolf Wickenreuther(Torsten
Emrich), and even Wickenreuther's total incompetence can't convince Sir
Arthur that he is the wrong man.
Soon, Wickenreuther is teamed up with veteran secret agent Beppo
Bourbon (Eddie Constantine) and lovely young Doris Sand (Sabine Stoffel),
and the trio starts investigating in the matter ... not that they would
come up with much (or anything), but fortunately SKAFISCH's men - a couple
of ninjas and a bunch of bikers - are so incompetent that our heroes
always stay ahead of the game.
Eventually, our trio is lured into a brothel, where Beppo is knocked
out - and from then on believes to be an airplane - while Doris and
Wickenreuther are captured and brought to the SKAFISCH-headquaters ...
where they have to find out that the head behind SKAFISCH is Doc Goltz
himself, who wants to use his epsilon ray to rule the world. Somehow
though, Wickenreuther and Doris con overcome him and his gang - even
though the secret service totally botches up a rescue attempt -, but fail
to switch off the epsilon ray in time ... which is just as well, because
when they start making out after their mission is finished and it's caught
on camera and beamed around the world via epsilon ray, the whole world
starts making out as well ...
A very weak comedy consisting of nothing but a series of badly told bad
jokes ... and even the few good jokes that have somehow made it into the
film's script, are ruined by either bad direction, aimless exaggeration,
lazy acting or all three combined. Not even Eddie Constantie, who turns in
a routine, good natured performance, can save the film.
In later days, this film was self-consciously marketed as a bad
film, and director Torsten Emrich was compared to Ed Wood on even it's
DVD-cover ... which would be promising too much, because while Ed Wood
could turn out obviously bad but enjoyable films, this one is only bad.
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