It's hard to know where to begin. Anderson is always good value and does his best with a fairly hopeless script. Brian Blessed is (I'm sorry to say) a positive embarrassment - unless the director was screaming "More ham, Brian" there is no excuse for his shameless gurning, vocal projection and am-dram theatrics. Perhaps for an uninformed US audience the Hollywood version of England and the (Battersea) Balkans would pass muster but they remind one too much of the "foreign" locations used on "Murder She Wrote". The plot holes are not just obvious but are yawning chasms in reality, McGyver supposedly studied under Blessed and yet has to ask how to pronounce a Greek (?) name on the ark. The "cliff-hanger" pre-story makes no sense and avoids telling us how the dilemma was resolved. How the good guys take the villain's short hop prop driven aeroplane in South West England and fly it without flight plan or ATC permission all the way to Thera is glossed over. The finale beneath the volcano is ludicrous as machinery thousands of years old grinds obediently into action, and the Bad Guy, supposedly a big wheel in the field of Archeology is so incensed that the "treasure" is scrolls filled with lost Atlantean knowledge that he plunges his hand into them and crumbles them to dust - good move (Dead Sea Scrolls, anybody?).
And that "Torch of Atlantis" gizmo looked like a reject from a 1970's episode of Doctor Who...pitiful.
And that "Torch of Atlantis" gizmo looked like a reject from a 1970's episode of Doctor Who...pitiful.