Blutrausch - Dreckige Wölfe

This proved to be a rare case of a poliziottesco made with British funding; unfortunately, the result is undistinguished (except by its exceeding unpleasantness and borderline-camp approach) despite stars and director. The former is led by a wooden Franco Nero and an ultra-hammy Telly Savalas as a couple of would-be robbers (if anyone is able to believe either actor – who generally exude cool – as a duo of bumbling crooks, he's more gullible than I am!).

Their 'job' goes awry (ending in murder and saddled with cases of cutlery instead of jewels!) – however, the mismatched criminals see an opening to their dilemma when they inadvertently 'kidnap' the son of a British diplomat (a miscast Lester, who even gets to kick trigger-happy Savalas where it hurts at one point). Still, they never actually ransom him and their sole intent is to cross the border into France; tagging along with them is Nero's girlfriend (a wasted Ely Galleani): soon enough, though, she's had enough and decides to run away while the others are sleeping; the crazy Savalas notices this and, following the girl, kills her. In the meantime, Nero and Lester have woken up – the former thinks his accomplices may have double-crossed him, so he goes on the lam with the boy in tow; after a brief spell at a rich old lady's country estate (which features totally gratuitous rear nudes by both Nero and Lester!), Savalas catches up with them. They continue their trek, where the trio run into a family of German campers: the situation degenerates to the point where Savalas shuts them inside their trailer and tosses the lot into the river – though he's badly hurt in the process himself; typically, it all ends with the 'heavies' getting killed just as they're about to reach the border.

The film, therefore, contains most of the genre's typical elements – sleaze, sadism, violence, chases (the aftermath of the opening robbery when the getaway car causes havoc in the city's narrow back-streets and even disrupts a funeral procession is downright farcical), etc.; one mildly interesting aspect to it is that, by the end, Lester himself is seen to have been definitely (irrevocably?) marked by the experience – coming to feel excitement when an act of violence is committed.

In the mid-1970s, my NYC apt. building was finally wired for cable-TV and since Showtime (instead of HBO) was the only premium channel offered showing recent movies, I signed up for it. Being a writer and night-owl by nature, I soon discovered the channel was showing movies late at night and until the wee hours of the morning I'd never even heard of--most of them American independent films and foreign films that had never been given a U.S. theatrical release. Many of them had recognizable "star" casts and respectable directors, and thanks to Showtime, I discovered many first-rate films I (and other Showtime subscribers) would never else have had the opportunity to see. Most of these cinematic mongrels were indeed "dogs" but often so bad they were unintentionally hilarious. One night, Showtime unveiled a little Italian-made gem called "Redneck" (filmed in 1972, given a limited European release in 1973). Even though the movie had never been released in the U.S., the MPAA rating was listed as an 'R'. Since the director was one Sylvio Narizzano (the director who made his name with the glorious "Georgy Girl"), and the three leads were Mark ("Oliver") Lester, Fabio Testi and Telly Savalas, I decided to give it a try. And found myself nailed to my TV screen in disbelief for 89 minutes. As I recall, Savalas and Testi played two criminals, the former a raging maniac who, in one stomach-churning scene, casually sent a German family to their deaths by nudging their trailer off a cliff, thereby plunging to the wilderness depths below. So far, so bad. Then, out of nowhere, Testi (as the "nice" psycho) and Lester (all of 14 when the movie was made) are seen, both nude, in a men's room, Testi sneaking peeks at the kid's body while shaving, and poor confused Lester fixated on close-ups of Testi's naked butt. As a not-yet-jaded member of the movie industry, and a card-carrying liberal (I was as much against censorship then as I am today), the entire movie made me queasy (and, being the early '70s when I thoughtI'd seen everything in the anything-goes movies of that liberated era--including the uncut version of Altman's "That Cold Day in the Park", a real jaw-dropper until it was trimmed for an 'R' rating and would have spelled The End for Altman's career had he not next come up with something called "M*A*S*H"), I still wonder if anyone else except me ever saw "Redneck" and was appalled as I was. Trashing the actors and movie-going audiences is joy maladjusted filmmakers have been merrily indulging in since the beginning of time. But leeringly exploiting a highly respected and talented child actor (Mr. Lester) at a time when he was beginning to make the difficult transaction from child to adult actor (and I'm sure his film offers had thereby dwindled to meretricious junk like "Redneck")...Mr. Narizzano, you should be hanging your head in shame. (Incidentally, I was soon to make friends with actors who had appeared in Narizzano's future, undistinguished efforts. They both despised him. Surprise?)

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.

In my long and numerous years as an exploitation fanatic, I've seen many weird films, but this "Redneck" is weird with a capital W. One thing's for sure, the scenario is poor and unworthy of the talents of the two lead actors, but the strange mix of cruel killings and eccentric character behavior somehow keeps you glued to the screen. The original title translates as "Without Reason" and is definitely more suitable than "Redneck". In my dictionary, a redneck still is a toothless, small-town hick, and nobody in the film fits that description. It's a compound of poliziotesschi thriller and kidnapping drama, funded by both British and Italian money and starring two international top stars (Franco "Django" Nero, Telly "Blofeld" Savalas) as well as an upcoming young talent (Mark "Oliver" Lester).

The film starts more than promising, with Nero and Savalas robbing a jewelry store in a busy city center. The heist goes awry, naturally, and they do not only end up killing the store clerk but also crash the getaway car subsequently into a hearse and a fruit & vegetable stand at the local market. They hijack a car, unaware there's a boy in the backseat. He, Lennox, turns out to be the son of a prominent diplomat, so the police and media automatically assumes it's a deliberate kidnapping for ransom. So far, this all sounds like a good and fun, albeit derivative, poliziotesschi. The plot then goes bonkers. They get separated, and Nero develops a sort of father/son bond with the kid whilst Savalas joyously pushes dead ladies in automobiles from cliffs.

The two things (actually, one thing) that make "Senza Ragione" fascinating are the multiple cruel and downright shocking murders of innocent people, and Savalas' completely surreal and unpredictable reactions to these murders! His character - Memphis - commits the vilest and cold-hearted crimes, but immediately after he sentimentally bursts into tears and shouts to the heavens that it wasn't his fault. Memphis is a very strange being altogether, who sings at the most inappropriate moments and talks with a hideous Southern accent. I also presume he's an oppressed homosexual, or at least someone struggling with a severe identity crisis. The ambiguity, and the unanswered questions, make it even more unforgivable that "Senza Ragione" contains so many dull moments, though.