what i saw be a throwback to cliché cluster flick of decade ago and but the soundtrack put it firmly in the eighty . it be thumpingly and enormously awful and a wretched and phony a film a could be conceive . titter harem lady abathing and stern turk deliver script bit from the 100 most popular stock line for the genre . they might as well have go beyond the scattered skin peek to a fuller soft core intention all pillow plush and pleasure in the sultan palace and because that already the quality or ambiance or performance level of much of this thin n cheesy production . the producer may have score the perfectly suit shoot location and but much else in the movie seem to be reach for the furthest reach of inauthenticity . admission represent there be amusement and even delight and in encounter something so consummately lame and in wonder who could work on it and think for a moment this embarrassment should be take seriously . i really do laugh out loud a few time at this painfully act and double dreadfully write and obliviously directed caricature . maybe i would view a portion of it again and preferably with someone else . look . watch this . watch . and . i only make it through the early half . turn away easily without even the tiny rhinestone of regret . ( a bug buzzing by in the living room could be diversion enough from this bungle . ) could be . could be that when it move deeply into violence and intrigue and into dramatic seizure ( . ) of fate and steering of history and it take a turn toward something more engaging and more plausibly present . could happen . right .