Ich heiße John Harris

A well shot but rather vapid Italian crime thriller, made early on and before the genre really picked up steam in the late '60s. This one's notable for featuring Franco Nero in the cast, although it's only in support. The assassination plot has potential but there just isn't enough going on here to make it zing.

That was the title when I saw it a long, long, time ago, and I would still rate it one of the best "assassin/assassination" flicks, before "The Day of The Jackal" (1973), etc.

I can hardly remember the details, and hope to see it again, soon, to validate the reason why it has stuck in my mind for so long. Robert Webber was very effective in the role, and the detailed treatment of the "sniper" action made the movie. Many aspects of the film have become recurring themes in a whole lot of movies that came after.

For the time being, I gave it 7 out of 10, until I can have a chance to view it again.

A movie with two charming actors, Robert Webber and Franco Nero. Plus the beauty called Jeanne Valérie. Not their best film unfortunately. It's the kind of production that if you see the whole thing, the next day you don't know what you saw, you completely forget what it was about. 3 stars just for the charm of those 3 mentioned actors.

This is a fairly quiet movie, more French in tone than Italian starring veteran Hollywood actor, Robert Webber and featuring an early appearance by Franco Nero, who would the same year go on to star in Django and never look back. In this though he looks and sounds (well in my dub) more like the fictional character, Clark Kent. Webber carries most of the film in a most assured manner and though there is not masses of action, interest is well held by director Prosperi (he of Mondo movie fame). Engaging from the wordless beginning the movie has a good feel and plays more like a noir than an Italian 60s crime movie. Soundtrack surprises too and instead of a steady lush score of some abrasive industrial sound this a real mixture ranging from 60s pop to full on orchestral. There is a car chase and there are fights and shootings, even slight sex and drugs inclusion but basically a decent story carefully told.

Listen, daddy-o, I'm just gonna lay this one ya straight. This flick involves a cat who rubs out gangsters for the dough, but he's hip enough to twig that it aint no long term gig and figures on beating the gravel and splitting the scene, dig? He really knows his groceries.

His boss offers him fifty yards to polish some creep with a new face but the hitman don't think that's chilli. Once his brother takes a few bullets to the chest he noodles it out and reckons he'll take the bread. His boss however teams him up with some guy who might be everything plus (Franco Nero), but also might be looking to become a bit of a big wheel. They two of them cop a breeze and head to Europe to cast an eyeball on their victim.

Problem is, this square has had facial surgery so they don't know what he looks like! While our hitman is out quail hunting, two guys fall on Nero and give him a beating. Things get goopy when one thing leads to another and they rub out the wrong Murgatroid. Aint that a party pooper? Maybe they should haul ass back to the US and forget the whole thing?

Our hitman reckons someone's been singing to The Man and that there's a stoolie around, which gets him frosted. What he's facing might be tough tonails but he ain't gonna be the one left holding the bag. He's got x-ray eyes, man. He's with it. So out come the guns which is always a zonk on the head...

Turn up the stereo: This film razzed my berries. Nero plays a Mazda with peepers who speaks the lingo. The hitman guy is Madison Avenue who gets his kicks. It never does go ape like those seventies crime movie, but is never Dullsville either. There's plenty of hot iron action.

Now put an egg in your shoe and beat it