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The Eiger Sanction (1975)
Clint Eastwood as an art professor? Even if he was also an assassin, that casting just doesn't work. Then there's the ludicrous mastermind of the CIA-like agency (an albino, who can only tolerate red light - imagine the visual possibilities), the African-American love interest named 'Jemima' (no, seriously), George Kennedy's wild overacting that is a marvel to behold, a cringeworthy gay caricature, and perhaps the most shamelessly gratuitous boob-shot that has ever graced the silver screen.
So, why is it so bad it's good?
For one, it positively oozes that unmistakably 1970s Cold War-film vibe. Second, it's chock full of really great climbing/mountaineering shots (the plot of the film is that Eastwood's character is a mountaineer - in addition to being an art professor and an assassin - and that he's assigned to liquidate a fellow member of a climb of the notorious north face of the Eiger in the Alps, except that no one knows precisely which member of the expedition is the guilty party who needs to be whacked - Eastwood's character has to figure that out on the mountain) in Monument Valley (an epic climb of the legendary Totem Pole) and in the Alps itself (Eastwood did all his own climbing stunts). Third, who can ever get enough of that garish 1970s fashion?
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