Last of the Wild

Just my bad luck, after recently watching the execrable SECRET DESIRE movie by Joe Serkes, I stumbled upon another of his turkeys, BREAKOUT. This one's even worse, making Serkes a candidate for the "lousiest director who actually signs his films" sweepstakes.

With plenty of dumb narration and even lousier dialog, what passes for a story begins with hero Bill running along the landscape as an escaped prisoner. On the soundtrack plays the title song from Sergio Sollima's western RUN MAN RUN, and moody Ennio Morricone tracks continue from time to time throughout the film punching up the listless visuals.

What transpires is merely an excuse for sex scenes, as the story conjured up by Bill in narrated flashback is not only pointless but frequently contradictory. Is his girlfriend Nancy scheming against him (it is never clear in the time sequence whether she lied to get him sent to prison in the first place), or is she merely a drug-addled victim of her greedy new boyfriend Steve? Who is Steve's mysterious blonde girl on the side? Where did the rapist hitchhiker hiding in Steve's van come from, and what is his fate?

These and other uninteresting plot angles are all left hanging when the finale of the print used by Something Weird on Vol. 85 of its Dragon Art Theatre series is hopelessly shredded and the movie ends in the middle of a scene.

No-name cast is nondescript, with the exception of the bosomy, almost cute actress who plays Nancy's gal pal Donna. Unfortunately, she is thoroughly unconvincing as a rape victim -as she plays it we have consensual sex.

As in SECRET DESIRE, the technical credits are poor.