joebergeron

An interminable series of murders in a quaint rural area enables a smug, sarcastic police inspector to have a droll relationship with a useless sergeant who needs to have everything explained to him for the sake of the audience. The two encounter many colorful local villagers in the course of their investigations, offering many opportunities for little comedy bits in between the numerous grisly, merciless deaths. Overall, a place to be avoided.

How is it possible that Janis Wilson, who had quite a big role in the latter part of the movie, went uncredited? She wasn't exactly a walk on. Hollywood is a strange place.

Anyway, interesting movie. I wonder if Charlotte continued her ivory-carving hobby later in life.

This movie, like all its Italian muscleman predecessors, is so good-natured, sincere, and well- meaning that it's impossible not to be charmed by it. The windy, overblown score makes every little thing anyone does sound like the most majestic, wondrous thing ever experienced. Whenever Samson or Hercules throws a spear or a lasso it makes a cartoonish whistling noise to show that this was a SUPER throw, not some puny mortal toss. It makes one with he could move to Ithaca, wear one of those manly costumes (and fill it out properly), and bask in the sunshine and the smiling benevolence of Hercules and his companions. Best not to hang out with Samson though, You can tell by the look on his face in the final scene that he senses things are about to go badly wrong for him. Beware of Delilah!