The film feels unexpectedly low-rent, even with its multimillion-dollar backdrops and earsplitting, rumbling soundtrack.
Shadowy cinematography isn’t enough to conceal Peter Hyams’s crashing directorial clumsiness.
Sahara may be B-grade drivel but the DVD may end up being the best-looking one of the year.
Any fondness the filmmakers have for Africa’s natural beauty is sabotaged by their infatuation with colorful “foreignness.”