I wonder if anyone thought to ask Sid Haig what it felt like to punch Donald Pleasance?

Look, I can't really defend the wooden acting and horrific dialog, but in this film's defense Christopher Lee appears in the same scene with Ewan McGregor and Ian McDiarmid and that has to count for something, right?

This is pretty awful. It's like watching two hot people with no personalities who can't act pretend to have chemistry with each other, and every so often they have a parody of kinky sex with each other to relieve the monotony.

We're all dead and this is Hell.