A truly spendthrift entertainment taking place in high places with low people (you'll find it hard to like almost anyone around) in which the Ruler of a Middle Eastern kingdom, richer of course than oil, engages an overweeningly fat man, Charles Poi, to ""shahmak"" him (i.e. dispose of) for two million sterling. Pol, a Renaissance killer, spy, mercenary has just the right assistance--alcoholic Owen Packer, another freelancer Ryderbeit, and the alluringly chilly Sarah. The assassination is to take place on a ski trail but of course it's only a trial run and the ultimate targets are the assassins, all except Poi with his Sydney Greenstreet hulk and his kiss-curl. Even the instruments of death have repelling customized touches. An Arabian Night's extravaganza, strong on aplomb, short on plausibility.