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Assault on Paradise (1977)

** 1/2 (out of 4)

A small town full of rich people find themselves being terrorized by an Indian who is shooting and killing people with a crossbow. He offers to stop the killing in exchange for one million dollars. The rich people decide to bring in Nick McCormick (Oliver Reed), an expert in tracking down people like the killer.

ASSAULT ON PARADISE was also released under the title MANIAC but no matter what you call it the film itself is fairly entertaining if a bit brain dead. I say that it's a bit brain dead because it's not quite clear what the killings are for and it's not quite clear what all the rich people are hiding. Everything is pretty much being done in secret yet there's really no explanation of what is happened and why.

The film's strongest point are the cast members who turn in very fun performances. Reed could play a role like this in his sleep and I'm sure this was just a paycheck to him but he still manages to turn in a good performance. I thought he was quite believable in the part and he made for a good lead. Veterans Stuart Whitman and John Ireland add some nice support as does James Mitchum in his role as a tracker. Deborah Raffin plays a somewhat love interest but her character and the motivations are about as strange as the killers. Paul Koslo plays the killer.

The film's biggest problem, other than the screenplay, is the fact that the direction by Richard Compton doesn't really get any suspense from the material. I would have liked a bit more tension but that's just not to be found anywhere. The film also shows some signs of tinkering as the opening sequence was thrown on for no real reason and it sticks out like a sore thumb. With all of that said, if you're a fan of the cast then there's some entertainment to be found here.

Paul Koslo appears to be a crossbow killing phantom, since he often shows up out of nowhere, with no obvious means of getting there other than wings. His meaningless rants about the wind, only deepens a total mystery regarding his motivation for extorting the rich. Either an awful lot of this film wound up on the cutting room floor, or this is one of the most underdeveloped scripts ever. Stuart Whitman and Oliver Reed are charged with ending Koslo's mayhem, but to no avail as they seem to be constantly chasing smoke that simply disappears. Throw in the fastest seduction on film between Reed and Deborah Raffin, car chases for the sake of car chases, and you pretty much get the idea. The movie is watchable, because the desert scenery magnificent, but believability is nowhere to be found. MERK

This is a silly flick, but hell, I just love Oliver Reed. Here he's a badass called Nick, a mercenary whose main fighting skills are his steel glance and incredible poker face. These alone are worth your time. All the rest is bonus: Paul Koslo's unbelievable turn as the Native American assassin named Victor, the okay chase scene half way through (with a cowboy chasing Victor in a convertible, shooting him and yeehawing), Jim Mitchum's deadpan role as a tracker, a hip jazzy soundtrack, a Roger McQuinn song about maniac Victor, a couple of bloody killings by crossbow, one weirdo pre-credit sequence in which the killer shoots a couple of lovebirds Zodiac-style and one particularly effective sequence in which Victor stalks an arrogant millionaire played by Stuart Whitman in his mansion. Not a great flick by any means, but it's got a good pace and it's never boring. And hey, Oliver ff-ing Reed!

Of all the films that have been graced with the title "Maniac" over the years, this one is probably the most boring. That's not for lack of potential. The idea of a Native American man stalking and murdering millionaire townsfolk sounds like exploitation gold. And Assault in Paradise even opens strong, with a classic car-makeout-session double murder, rapidly followed by some crossbow police executions. Not the highest quality 70s film kills to be sure, but it's something we could have worked with at least. Unfortunately though, it's only downhill from there.

It turns out that the real goal of our villain (aka, "The Wind *whooshing sounds*") is to blackmail a brilliantly mustachioed fellow who we'll call Mr. Rich. Of course Mr. Rich is a big man around town and won't be having any of that, so he hires Mr. Tough to take care of the problem. A pretty classic setup all things considered.

Mr. Tough is one of those tough guys who says tough guy things like (paraphrased), "I do things two ways: my way, or my way." He also picks up a woman by sticking a loaded gun in her face over cocktails. I guess back in the 1970s that was considered quite the move because in the next scene they are having rather bland sex. The whole deal would be hilariously stupid if I didn't get the sense the filmmakers were not entirely in on the joke.

The rest of the film is a series of increasingly dull action scenes interspersed with people you don't care about talking about things you don't care about. All the characters act exactly as you expect them to when you first meet them. The action itself is fine for low budget 1970s stuff but lacks any real charm and just doesn't hold up today. There are lots of long shots with helicopters hovering but never any real suspense.

The biggest problem I have with the film is that all of the characters besides Mr. Tough and Mr. Rich are completely forgettable. The tracker character who ends up working with Mr. Tough is never developed. Most of the time, I forgot he was even in the film. Even the evil, faux Native American villain is amazingly boring. He wears face paint that looks like something you'd see at a kindergarten play retelling the first Thanksgiving and his motivation only seems to be money. Money! Not revenge, or ancient Indian spiritual possession, or even just because he's completely nuts, but instead boring old cash. How pedestrian.

Overall, this is just a very forgettable film. I watched it two days ago and literally had to look up what it was about so that I could write this review. There are far better action and exploitation films from the time period. This isn't even the best film that had the alt title "Maniac" from the time period. Compared to "Maniac" (1980), "Assault in Paradise" is a total snoozefest.

"The Ransom" has a great basic premise, about a lone (wannabe?) native American who kills random rich people with his crossbow and threatens to continue until the corrupt landowners in his county pay him $3,000,000. "The Ransom" also has an ensemble cast that is every B-movie fanatic's dream come true, including Oliver Reed, John Ireland, Paul Kelso, James Mitchum, and Stuart Whitman. Put two and two together and you've got an unhinged 70s action/exploitation classic, you'd think, but somehow this film is only mediocre. Not great, certainly not bad, ...just mediocre.

None of the characters are particularly memorable. Reed, as the hired hunter, isn't the eccentric or relentless psychopath he could have been in a role like this. Whitman, as the leader of the rich pack, is a jerk but not the loathsome creep he could - and should - have been. And something similar can be said about all characters. Deborah Raffin, the only woman in the cast, got the worst deal. Her character is docile, naïve, and redundant. The script is severely lacking as well. Reed and C° hunt for loony Kelso, but they don't really have a plan. So, the latter just hides out in the desert, or in Whitman's giant mansion, or within the crowd during the town's folk festival, and occasionally shoots a few arrows in people's stomachs. Still though, it's enjoyable 70s guff, with a handful of cool scenes and a neat soundtrack.