The Greek fantasyland that crumbled into the sea (and made famous in song by a British hippie) is relegated to a minor reference in Road to Atlantis. Mangling English in more ways than we could count, the revolving-door members of its Eurocast shed absolutely no light on Frank Gun's mysterious quest to connect with the past. (Our best guess is that a Greek costume shop was having a half-price sale on togas.)

George Uhl's ability to connect with a myriad of Euro-babes is substantially better than the plot - especially when he planks a sultry redhead named Dark Angel, who gobbles his uncut loukaniko before surrendering her delicious buns to a thorough pounding. (Nothing new here, but it's worth a modest half "A.")

After a few tepid gropes (hetero and Sapphic) the title concludes with an unmotivated orgy, which place on a rocky hillside. It's all downhill from there.