Today, I encountered Mystery On Monster Island, and I am strong no more. It has broken me. At the forty-minute mark I finally had to fast-forward, and every time I paused, I was assaulted by a new sort of stupid. Oh gods, the stupid. And then it borrowed the shtick from Disney kids' movies. Do not ask about the banana cannon. Just, don't.
I would feel pity for Peter Cushing, except that he got paid, and he didn't have to see nearly as much of this movie as I did.