Mix up all the typical characters, plots, situations, locales, and staging devices from B movies like the Bulldog Drummond detective mysteries and WWII Gothic spy story serials; make 'em go crap-spackle poop; and the result is tasty spoonfuls of spoof. As the dastardly German Otto Von Brunner tells his black-leathered accomplice Lenya after a poorly-screened parachute drop, "We seem to have crashed in the right place." They repay bushy-white-haired Prof. Fenton's kind attempt to rescue them by imprisoning him and torturing a formula out of him so they can corner the world's diamond market with substitute, look-real gems.
Little have they counted on the stalwart, knickered, self-adoring Hugh Drummond (played with flukey English accent through stiff-upper-lip by Gregory Funaro). Neither bungling friend Algy nor poking, pokey policeman nor fumbling Fenton himself can deter Hugh from foiling either Oriental plot complications or Otto's ultimate plan. (Although dealing with a (tasteless) hard-on as well as penetrating Otto's tricky disguise (two separate problems, in case you were going to ask) get in Bullshot's way.) Then there's Crummond's romance with Rosemary Fenton (Lindsay Brandon Hunter's pale, pretty, perfectly-underplayed heroine), who, required to strip to satiny slip and gartered hose, gracefully saves the hero's life. A mafia gangster, ingeniously embodied by Dan Bright by stepping out from behind one side of a screen after its opposite while alternating as Otto, is another obstacle to Bullshot.
Such props as wooden birds and visual effects, like a cardboard car almost rocking off a cliff or another pasteboard auto used in a stand- still simulated chase, are cagily corny. Dan Matisa, like Bright an FSU/Asolo Conservatory alumnus, tackles multiple creaky roles, such as Endust. There's not a trace left of reality at the end of this savory silliness which produces, according to a formula different than Prof. Fenton's, a goodly number of rough diamonds.
