Coproducer Menahem Golan reportedly hatched the idea for Sahara when Mark Thatcher, son of the British prime minister, disappeared in the desert during an international car rally.
An old fashioned B-grade romantic adventure, directed in pedestrian fashion by Andrew V. McLaglen, Sahara is lamentably low on excitement, laughs and passion.
Screenplay, set in 1927, has Brooke Shields as heiress to a car company who promises her dying daddy that she’ll win the world’s toughest endurance rally driving the car he designed. Wily Brooke disguises herself as a man, complete with wig and moustache.
Soon after the race starts, she discards her disguise and reverts to Brooke the beautiful, only to receive a beating and a mouthful of sand when she’s captured by Arab thug John Rhys-Davies. Handsome sheikh Lambert Wilson saves her from his clutches and falls mildly in love with her.
Director McLaglen and most everyone else treat it all tongue in cheek.