Every once in a while, my faith is restored in Hollywood, and I remember why I sit through the schlock to get to the gold.
My daughter and I sat through 90 minutes of the execrable, so bad it's bad Konga because we had been lured in by the exciting posters for Master of the World. It promised to be a sumptuous Jules Verne classic a la Journey to the Center of the Earth, and it starred the inimitable Vincent Price to boot.
It was worth the wait--the movie is an absolute delight.
(find out why at Galactic Journey!)