This is actually an attempt to remake, er, reboot the Ator legend. The film opens with Nephele (Marisa Mell) telling the young Ator (Eric Allan Kramer, definitely not looking eighteen) the story of how he came to be the human slave of troll alchemist Grindel. Seems his dad Prince Ator (Kramer again) brought justice to the land with the Sword of the Sacred Aquiles. A villain named Thorn wants the sword and a goddess named DeJanira (Margaret Lenzey) tries to intervene. Prince Ator is killed and his sword split by Thorn, a total bummer for his wife and baby son Ator sitting nearby. For her meddling, DeJanira is encased for eternity in a ring of fire. Meanwhile, the widowed wife of Ator decides the best course of action is to give Ator, Jr. and the broken sword to Grindel and have him concoct a suicide potion for herself. Uh, thanks mom. Grindel is a sneaky one though and gives her a potion to make her a slut so he can get some troll-on-chick action. Got all that? Me neither.
Somehow it is Ator’s destiny to free DeJanira, find the sword and become the rightful ruler of the land. Of course, he has bigger fish to fry. Naturally, Ator is pissed to find out his mom did it with that troll and vows to kill him. He sees Grindel bust out the sword and grabs it when the wizard isn’t looking. Oh, you are so gonna pay now for making my mom bump super-uglies with you. Ator swings the sword right at Grindel’s head and it shatters. Haha, you sucker! It was a fake and now Grindel knows what Ator will do if he ever finds the real sword, which is what happens next. Grindel leaves the sword lying about and Ator snags it and swings it right at Grindel’s head. And it shatters…again. OMFG! Did Ator just really fall for that twice? Damn, son, that peroxide in your hair must have seeped into your brain.
|My sentiments exactly!|
|It's supposed to be a dragon|
|Dr. Butcher, Dermatologist|
|Oh jeez, not this angle again!|
Still, this is a horrible way to end our love affair with the mighty Ator. This is, sadly, one of the last few of “legit” films D’Amato made before diving into the porn world full time until his death. QUEST is pretty much a microcosm of the Italian film industry at this time period. On a whole it was dying a slow death and – like a zombie hungry for one last meal – they were cannibalizing anything that made them a buck back in the day. Too little, too late though as this is one of the last – if not the last – attempts to capitalize on a genre that was pretty much destroyed by CONAN THE DESTROYER (apt title, eh) in the United States back in 1984.