Hercules thinks he could be a display model, too.
Hercules In New York (1969) lacks good dialog, acting skills (OK, Arnold Stang was good), a believable plot, a useful theme, a good soundtrack (it alternated between dated synthesizer and frenetic Italian/Greek strumming), or anything else to make this interesting.
Except, for those with a specialist’s interest, Schwarzenegger’s pecs. A very young Schwarzenegger.
Avoid, avoid, avoid, unless you’re the completist type. Then heavy drinking might be in order, and a notary public to certify you really did watch this bit of tripe.
