Harry Knuckles and the Pearl Necklace is an example of a semi-pro film that sort of works, unlike Hillside Strangler. The acting is kind of painful and the script is too full of action movie in-jokes that go on too long, but the tongue is in the cheek and the totality is fairly enjoyable. Besides, “Smells like fish — tastes like pain” is a great line, so that’s all good.
The plot, such as it is, centers around Bigfoot and a pair of scientists and a bagpiper and Santo the masked wrestler and a lost relative and nuns and… you know, there wasn’t really a center as much as there was a loose narrative structure on which they hung a bunch of funny bits, now that I think about it. And that’s the difference between a movie and a comedy routine.
Before the movie, the director was introduced as someone who had a real passion for wrestling, but I can’t say I saw much evidence of that besides the presence of Santo. The wrestling itself was minimal.
Oh — these are the guys that did Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter. So there’s your pedigree. On to the next flick.