Blutrausch - Dreckige Wölfe

Although I fully enjoyed Mark Lester's performance in "Oliver", I was quite unnerved by the rather dull role he was made to play. Having viewed "Night Hair Child" (the uncut version of "What the peeper saw") and now "Redneck", I realize that Mark Lester probably found it too. The plot of "Redneck" has been correctly resumed by Snider82, and it made me buy the film, so I won't add much. I just wanted to stress the fact that it's quite unusual to find a film showing the fascination real action can produce in a boy having a far too dull life. I was not shocked at all by the scene where Mark undresses, as it was part of a plot, here Mark wants to prove himself he can make it, be part of the gang. "Redneck" is a far more convincing film that most of the US thrillers of that kind I have got the opportunity to see. No comparison at all. And Mark Lester is simply great.

I actually went into this film with some expectations, not because I thought the film sounded particularly good, but because I'm a fan of Italian exploitation flicks and with a cast that sees Franco Nero and Telly Savalas starring alongside Oliver Twist, I figured it had to be interesting at least. Well...RedNeck does have one or two positive things going on, but for the most part; it's a dull, lifeless film that is as ridiculous as it is pointless. The plot simply focuses on two criminals (Nero and Savalas) who kidnap a young kid (Oliver). The twist in the tale is that the kid realises that he'd have more fun if he gets accepted into the 'gang'. Telly Savalas and Franco Nero are two actors that have proved they can carry a film on their own on numerous occasions, and they do have some memorable moments in this film - although really for all the wrong reasons. Savalas in particular gives a silly portrayal of the 'bad' criminal. The plot doesn't flow badly, but since nothing interesting happens, that's not really a positive point and doesn't save from the film from being mediocre. Overall, I can't recommend this film; it may appeal to some for its cult value but it didn't do anything for me.

...I'll take this almost intolerably nasty 1972 Italian drive-in movie, which features Mark Lester (of OLIVER! fame) as a kidnap victim who gets into scrapes that, in their uncut version, would probably get this movie in Federal chickenhawk-busting trouble today. Franco Nero and Telly Savalas are the two conscienceless galoots who are the movie's anti-heroes; Savalas re-ups his giggling hillbilly cretin from THE DIRTY DOZEN, here caricatured to beyond a fare-thee-well. Savalas is the cherry on the cake of what may be the most remarkable set piece in all seventies Italian exploitation: calming a tourist family, packing them in their mobile home, then untethering the trailer and singing a gospel hymn as the terrified Germans plunge into the drink. If I'm not misremembering, there may be a little jig involved here as well.

Very bad Italian crime thriller that is also strangely and inappropriately dubbed into German!

Moskito (GOLDEN GLOBE nominee Franco NERO), his girlfriend Maria (Ely GALLEANI) and the crazy Memphis (Telly SAVALAS) rob a jeweler. The horses run away with Memphis there, so there are no deaths. During the chaotic escape, the trio has to spontaneously change the getaway vehicle. What the three tough guys don't notice: Little Lennox (Mark LESTER) is hiding in the back seat. A child in the power of three gangsters on the run...

This film is really a crude mix! Criminal farce with borderline moronic dubbing, youth drama and psychopath panorama all in one! ACADEMY AWARD nominee Telly SAVALAS really lets loose and leaves a good trail of blood behind. One tourist family from Germany in particular has to suffer badly. Also strange is the role of Mark LESTER, who appeared in OLIVER! (1968) and DER ZEUGE HINTER DER WAND / THE WITNESS BEHIND THE WALL (1971). His character turns out to be a severely neglected child who also develops a type of Stockholm syndrome. A quasi-nude scene by Mark LESTER in front of the mirror is also very borderline. You wouldn't ask a 15-year-old to do something like that in front of the camera today. Rightly so! In Italy in the 1970s, a lot more (in terms of nudity and violence) was possible, which makes these films generally very interesting. But it is a good thing that this era is behind us.

What remains is exciting riot and terror cinema: What you always wanted to see but didn't dare imagine...

An offbeat entry in the Italian crime genre that features elaborate flourishes of brilliance here and there but becomes increasingly disappointing as the story progresses. I love polizia movies and there's every reason to love this one too, from the reliable cast members to Silvio Narizzano's confident direction, but the story seems to lose focus as the running time increases and come the end there's a whimper rather than a bang.

It's a pity, because things kick off with a robbery followed by a blistering car chase which is one of the best I've seen in a long time. Once the robbers have become unwitting kidnappers, however, things really start to lose their way. The presence of the hostage would, you think, add to increased suspense and ransom demands, but none of this ever takes place and the police barely register. Instead, the plot meanders its way across the Italian countryside as Telly Savalas chews the scenery and Franco Nero contributes an oddly subdued turn.

The film's attempts to become a psychological drama fail thanks to the distractingly over the top cast members. Mark Lester's plummy British accent is an irritant to even this British viewer, while Savalas adopts a grating Southern accent (hence the title) which is truly irritating to listen to. In fact, I refuse to believe Savalas put this excruciating voice on himself and I prefer to think he's been dubbed. Nero, who gave such good value throughout his career as a leading man, is miscast as a clumsy robber and scenes like the one where he accidentally drops his gun are never believable for an instant.

An inexplicable interlude, set at night with no lighting, means that a full twenty minutes of the plot takes place in almost complete darkness and by this stage I was starting to lose my patience. Things do pick up occasionally when Savalas commits further depravities – the interlude with the German campers is a highlight – but his antics pale in comparison to the likes of Tomas Milian in ALMOST HUMAN and ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON, where the scriptwriters and director knew how to play up their star to his full potential. In the case of REDNECK, it feels like a missed opportunity.