Italian cinema of the past and present
Roy (Gordon Mitchell) fakes his own death in order to bamboozle his old partners by burying their stolen booty in his coffin. He enlists Glenn (George Hilton) to help him. The Colonel (John Ireland) and Portugese (Piero Vida) are not so easily fooled.
2011 was a decent year for Italian science fiction, what with the release of the superior The Arrival of Wang and Gian Alfonso Pacinotti’s distinctly odd but rather engrossing The Last Man on Earth (L’ultimo terrestre).
“I could kill to get me a pretty woman, but not for money…”, a line which could well have been an epitaph for George Hilton, who displays his trademark easygoing charm in this likable oater with a technical crew that reads like a ‘Best Of’ compilation.
One of the more notable features of Italian horror films in recent years is just how unpleasant they have become. Not just in terms of the production values, which are often, how to put it… raw. But also in their subject matter: there seems to be a concerted focus on extreme violence and, more particularly, extreme sexual violence
It’s been a couple of years now since I published In the Name of the Law, my book about Italian crime films prior to the poliziotteschi trend, but here’s a little bit of content I wrote for it which never made it into the final cut… my top ten Italian crime films made between 1945 and 1969.
This was the first in a number of collaborations between George Hilton and director Giuliano Carnimeo (if one excludes the uncertain input that Carnimeo had in I due figli di Ringo, that is). An exemplary example of the wheels-within-wheels school of scriptwriting…