FBI agent Brad (Cüneyt Arkin) is sent to Turkey to take care of the
Godfather's (Aldo Sambrell) drugring and also check up on a time machine.
Brad is one of the Three Supermen, but while he's usually on the
side of the law, his colleagues Nick (Nick Jordan) and the mute Sal
(Salvatore Borghese) use their guise mainly for their own gain, even if
they invariably fight at the side of good should need arise. Anyways, Nick
and Sal presently plan to steal the time machine. Thing is, the Godfather,
too, wants to steal the time machine ... mainly because a big drugdeal
went wrong last week, and the Godfather wants to find out who's the
snitch. Somehow, after the time machine (which isn't even that small a
thing) went from hand to hand but was left unguarded at all times, falls
into the hands of the Godfather, but nobody manages to figure hwo the
blasted thing work, so the Godfather kidnaps the inventor of the machine
too ... but unfortunately, he suffers from amnesia, so now he has to hire
a sexy nurse to keep the inventor happy, and a brain doctor to actually
check his brain. Thing is, the sexy nurse is an FBI agent, and the brain
doctor is actually Brad himself. Oh, and the snitches amongst the
Godfather's man are none other than his own daughter Agatha and her
boyfriend, so these two try everything to prevent the time machine from
ever actually working. Well, add to this Nick and Sal, who still try to
get their hands on the machine, and ... chaos ensues, but at the end of
the film, the Three Supermen once again manage to team up to help justice
to prevail - and Nick and Sal get their hands on the time machine and its
cured inventor after all ... Three Supermen against
Godfather is one of these films that make little to no sense, it's
just pulp storyelements thrown together with little in terms of hindsight,
or exploring the endless opportunities of something like timetravel.
Everything's just a hanger for a busload of jokes and plenty of action -
and there's the problem of the film, the jokes are all very old and
weren't even all that funny when they were fresh, and the action is
awfully repetitive, and seriously lacking in verve. And all that said,
grindhouse enthusiasts like myself will still find plenty to love (and
laugh) about this Turkish-Italian-Spanish co-production about a trio of
masked superheroes in their all red costumes, doing all the things that
superheroes do, just without much rhyme or reason. Not a good film, but an
entertaining (if for all the wrong reasons) trip down memory lane.
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