You sure do find some bizarre movies.
Thank you! I do try. Which may explain this:
Same Title, Almost The Same Year, But Entirely Different Bad Movie Double Feature:
The Astrologer (1975)
There's this secret, apparently semi-government, organization called INTERZOD that uses computers and stuff to "scientifically" calculate people's "zodiacal potential." They already know that there's a guy in India who is super-evil. They send a couple of secret agents to kill the guy, who is now leading this murder/suicide/burn down entire villages cult. The bizarre plan is to use a newly developed gizmo that projects images directly to the brain. The intent is to knock him out with a tranquilizer gun and use the gizmo to make him stab himself with a poisoned knife. Forget all that, because he immediately kills the agents instead, and we never even see the gizmo.
Meanwhile, the leader (or something) of INTERZOD is married to a woman who has the exact same "zodiacal potential" as the Virgin Mary. Somehow a "Jerusalem document" gave them the exact date of the Virgin Mary's birth. That explains why they've been married for five months and she's a virgin. We don't find out until much later that she had a child at age sixteen and gave it up. We see a little girl (presumably the result of the implied virgin birth) and the super-evil guy looking at her. "OK," I said to myself "we've established the premise -- Anti-Christ vs. female Second Coming, I presume --, let's see what happens once the plot actually gets going." And the movie ends.
The plot is definitely nutty, but the execution is pretty bland, mostly consisting of people talking. Amazingly, this was based on a novel of the same name.
The Astrologer (1976)
Amateur vanity project directed and starring some guy, with screenplay credited to his mother. Guy is a sideshow psychic. He gets some woman to live with him in his little trailer, she soon leaves for greener pastures. Guy gets involved with jewel smuggling as the story jumps to Kenya. We get "jungle adventure" stuff -- snakes, quicksand, etc. -- and the guy sails away to Tahiti. We get the entire song "Tuesday Afternoon" on the soundtrack while we see the ship sail. (We get a lot of pop music on the soundtrack, presumably without the rights being paid for.)
Guy sells the jewels to somebody and uses the money to set up a "sidereal astrology" empire. His TV show even gets him an assignment with the US Navy. In a mind-blowing moment of self-referential postmodernism, he becomes the star of a movie called
The Astrologer. He finds the woman who lived in a trailer with him in the world's worst room; apparently she's now a very low-level prostitute. They get married, he makes her a movie star. With neck-breaking speed, she leaves him. He shoots her new lover, his empire collapses. The End.
The way the film zaps around the world at high velocity at times, then slows down to a crawl at other times, is really amazing. It amuses me that this guy is supposed to be so famous an astrologer that newspapers carry headlines like ASTROLOGER LEAVES SCOTLAND in huge typeface in an "Extra!" edition.