Institute for Revenge

This is an odd criminal comedy but curiously reversed, the story being victims of rackets joining together to get at their victimiser, and their union is this Institute for Revenge which is admirably computerised, their great computer keeping track of everything that goes on and on the great victimiser (George Hamilton), a kind of billionaire with an airplane of his own like Air Force One. The film is very stylish with a number of very beautiful young women, all exquisitely well dressed, there are a number of posh cocktail parties with elegant guests, of course there is a fine swimming pool, everything boasts of infinite loads of money in infinite assets, so it's a film of matchless luxury. The script is brilliant, the players keep up the pace, old Robert Coote dominates the institution with his good humour, Leslie Nielsen is Hamilton's henchman, and although a new experiment for Ken Annakin and his first film in America he handles the confusion of business transactions and high pressured characters well, and they are all good looking, the more so the younger they are.

I really don't know how to classify this item. Is it espionage, drama, thriller, or a little of everything of this? At first sight, after the opening credits with the computer scene, you may think of a science fiction flick, but it appears that it is not the case. The story line has already been told above, so I won't tell it again. But the overall feeling is that it is rather amusing, especially with George Hamilton as a big scale crook snooping around swimming pools and bathing beauties. I don't know what Ken Annakin did with all this stuff. Certainly to pay his bills. He lost his soul here, in America, with such a tongue in cheek piece of work. Maybe his UK roots lead him to make this feature with some James Bond accents from time to time...That's all the explanation or analyse I can bring to you folks. I am surprised that no one has commented it yet.