Abrechnung in San Franzisko

This film is not dissimilar to many cop-buddy films, except that the two central characters trying to track down the contraband are working for the mob. And, to-be-fair, it is far better than a hell of lot of cop-buddy films I have seen. It is let down in places though, not least the awful flashback scenes which are far too sappy.

Disjointed gangster film that specializes in pointless "destruction of property" scenes. Roger Moore is badly miscast; he clearly looks uncomfortable to be in an Italian crime movie, and he shows none of his usual flair. Don't go out of your way to see this one. (*1/2)

I was led to believe from reviews that this was some sort of buddy comedy with Roger Moore and Stacey Keach and although the film does have its lighter moments (mainly down to Keach) it is still a violent Eurocrime film that doesn't skimp on the car chases, punch-ups, or smoking.

You see Moore is a lawyer for his Uncle, who is a mobster trying to go straight. The Uncle has recently imported a huge wooden cross from a chapel in Sicily as a gift to his estranged priest friend Ettor Manni, but when three Sicilians turn up, kidnap the delivery men, then steal a shipment of heroin concealed in the cross, all hell breaks loose. Only we the audience are clued in that there's a black-gloved killer (possibly on loan from a giallo) who kills the delivery men with a silencer. Somebody doesn't want witnesses!

Moore seems to be some sort of mediator for all the mob bosses too, so he's given the task of recovering the heroin, tracking down the three gangsters, and finding out who set up his Uncle. To do that he enlists Stacey "You Never Forget the Taste of Human Flesh!" Keach, a race car driver, and you better believe that's coming in handy later in the film. Moore travels to Sicily while Keach hits the streets looking for the heroin, where he discovers that it's not being sold - so where is it?

I suppose you could complain that the film is all over the place tone-wise, with the drug dealing granny and Keach merrily destroying a car by driving it around San Francisco on one side and the gangland executions on the other side, but I liked it. You've got a bit of a mystery going on and James Bond fighting Romano Puppo, who doesn't want that?

We also get a car chase thrown in where two trucks get involved and I couldn't tell if they belonged to the bad guys or Roger Moore just killed them because they got in his way. All the Eurocrime elements are here, so I guess whether you enjoy or not depends on how you get on with Roger Moore and Stacey Keach.

Aside from the novelty of seeing Roger Moore (as a half-Sicilian!) and Stacy Keach, there really isn't much of interest here. It's mostly people talking - all dubbed. Even Moore and Keach are dubbed! (Using their own voices, which leads to a weird effect) There are a few not-bad chase sequences, but there's a sloppiness to them, as there is to the entire production; this movie really screams, "Italians made this." Bobbing cameras, slightly blurred photography, uses of a zoom lens is more than enough evidence for that. Only for people into Italian cinema of this genre.

Roger Moore and Stacey Keach star in this Italian-American co-production, and try to be the Martin and Lewis of 70's crime exploitation cinema. The rigor mortis of Roger Moore was never more noticeable as it is here, playing the straight man next to the Keach's easygoing rouge. It's a rather stale exploitation film, with the typical one liners, car chases, shoot outs, and gratuitously bad dubbing of the Italian actors. The film does have one great highlight when Keach takes a gangster's car for a test drive, and in hair-raising fashion, wrecks it through the streets of San Francisco. Unfortunately, it all doesn't work- the comedy isn't funny enough, neither Keach or Moore are particularly convincing (especially Moore, who is as dry as a desert), the violence and stuntwork is middling, the story isn't very engaging, and the ending is painfully banal. There may be just enough `so bad it's good' work that 70's exploitation fans may be entertained, but no one would call it great.

Just to give an idea what you're in for- in the finale, Keach (as Charlie) hides some dope in cans of powdered milk, stashed in the trunk of his car. Moore, to keep him out of trouble, pushes the car over a cliff and says, `It was only powdered milk, wasn't it Charlie? And, what's the use of crying over powdered milk?' You may now groan if you aren't already.