During the lean years right after Sean Connery quit the James Bond franchise, writer/director John Boorman (Deliverance, Excalibur) talked the actor into stripping down to a strappy red diaper and thigh-high boots and running around the Irish countryside for his loony 1974 camp/cult classic Zardoz. After an opening spoken prologue straight out of an Ed Wood flick, Boorman introduces a future Earth in which the population is divided between pathetic "brutals" scraping out an existence amid the wastelands and a small elite of effete, mentally superior immortals. The immortals use a giant flying stone head named Zardoz to dun some of the more savage savages into keeping the brutal population down (the image of Zardoz vomiting gouts of guns and ammunition out of the sky will live with this reviewer to his grave). When brutal killer Zed (Connery) hitches a ride on Zardoz back to the immortals' sanctuary, his crude vitality proves a curiosity (especially to the always yummy Charlotte Rampling) and, eventually, a threat to the stability of the immortals' safe but boring eternity. All that probably makes it sound as if Zardoz makes more sense than it actually does; it doesn't help that Boorman's preposterous dialogue and crazy visuals flaunt more counterculture damage than anyone this side of Ken Russell. Movies don't get more jaw-droppingly/entertainingly terrible than this.