Vivre pour survivre

White Fire has so much going for it. With Larry Bird look-alike Robert Ginty leading the charge blazing away with his fabulous hair and super macho mustache, the movie soars above other low-budget actioners. The charisma he has in this makes Tom Selleck look like a putz. With Ginty beating up everyone, the movie only rises in awesomeness when a story of diamond intrigue enters into play. Then add in Fred Williamson, some frontal bush, chainsaw attacks and some awesome incest themes....this flick ends up delivering on all cylinders. If you're looking for some awesome B-Action, this is where it's at. Now, if I can just get my hands on that soundtrack.

Wow.. Yep wow. "White Fire" is one of those films you got to see to believe. That's action fans. Of schlock and exploitation. Well maybe if you got a thing for Robert Ginty… and throw in Fred "Hammer" Williamson. And some gnarly chainsaw carnage. Don't hesitate, check it out. The film is just so outrageous (although not rousing), but more so reckless and incomprehensible. Just figuring out what's going it just as bemusing as trying to understand the unusually repressed relationship between brother (Ginty) and sister (Belinda Mayne). It is strange. Like numerous touchy-feely encounters and awkward dialogues ("A pity you're my sister" while staring at her nude body and she doesn't seem to realise she's fully naked by only covering her breasts), which will have you returning back to scenes to make sure you heard it right. Nonetheless the entire script is clumsy. Acting is stiff (Mirella Banti gets top prize followed by Gordon Mitchell) and terrible dubbing also helps.

After a pointless beginning; I guess to show why this brother and sister were so close suddenly moves into present time 20 years later where siblings Beau Donnelly and Ingrid are adventurous diamond thieves. Ingrid is working in a desert diamond mind smuggling the goods with the help of her brother and the base's security commander. When they come across that of the white diamond they see it as their final heist to get out of the business. But it won't be that easy, as there are other people who are keen on getting their hands on the diamond.

I find Ginty rather agreeable in the lead role, where he has that expression you're never too sure what he is actually thinking. Great poker face. And he does hand out some beatings. While Mayne was somewhat wooden, you can see why she got the tick of approval. Then there's bad-ass Williamson, who really doesn't show up until an hour in with his pals (this gang really does like to show off their chest hair) and his energy really does get things moving. Like his first appearance ("I detest psychical violence"). Too bad about the cheery ending though, as I hoping to see Ginty and Williamson come to blows. It actually takes awhile before we come face-to-face with the legendary white fire diamond which burns whoever touches it. Williamson's smooth-talking trouble- shooter character has nothing to do with this side of the story, but more so with film's midway twist that only seems to make the brother- sister relationship even creepier. Watch how Ginty dramatically fights his desires for his sister (?). It cuts him deep.

There's a lot going on and characters coming and going. Not complex, but messy and patchwork that it's hard to make sense of it. But some might call that intrigue with soapy elements. But the siblings sure knew how to find trouble. I say it was simply written on the spot. It was just too random. Now the action was staged like if an opera singer was preparing for a big solo. Low-grade, but frenetic and plentiful with some touches of tacky gore with it cuing in marital arts sound effects and one very torturous encounter that will have men feeling squeamish. Plus it's probably got one of the slowest vehicle chases ever caught on tape. Flabby direction with some makeshift, mundane camera-work. It's cheap, inept and it shows. The tripped-out soundtrack is a real winner too. You get an amazing title song that finds it way on a loop.

Rough around the edges, but this feverish b-grade drive-in outing has no pretensions, so try keeping a straight face.

"Remember take good care of my sister".

It is important that you watch the big box TWE VHS tape which has a clear vibrant picture instead of the fuzzy washed out DVD put out by Westlake entertainment. Like many old movies, the DVD is made from a far inferior print to the VHS. You really want a nice clear look at Belinda Mayne's body.

There are a couple of scenes that make this movie a classic. The one that comes to mind is Spectacular Belinda Mayne taking a nude swim and providing full frontal nudity view of her spectacular body. Think a Ursula Andress, but better looking and nude. After some playful banter with her brother, Ingrid (Belinda's character) is attacked by a gang and uses martial arts while wearing only a white towel to kill or dispatch them.

The movie is fun, campy and watchable. You might also enjoy the sadistic female villain.

I appreciate that 'White Fire' kicks off with a scene of action-adventure. I also appreciate that the movie has no illusions about what it is; we are informed from the very start that this is a B-movie. While I suppose one could argue for either sincere effort versus tongue-in-cheek goofiness, it seems clear to me that almost everything is crafted to be only Just Enough. In how scenes are written and in how they're executed, this belongs to a subset of genre flicks where flimsy, sometimes ham-fisted dialogue is inserted in an attempt to boost the sense of urgency about action violence that is distinctly staged. Scenes effectively convey their course of events, sure, but without any meaningful thrills, impact, or genuineness. I'm unsure which is more dubious and unconvincing - Jean-Marie Pallardy's direction, or the scene writing in a screenplay variably attributed to Pallardy himself, or to Ted Francis.

Just when we're granted a fleeting moment of enticing value, in the next instant that potential worth is undercut by one means or another. Scenes that by their content should impart great emotional weight are bereft, and forced, especially with the accompaniment of an 80s rock ballad. Blood and gore is generally simply adequate, and sometimes plainly seems a bit much - though in fairness, other practical effects including explosions look good. Nudity is only ever gratuitous - and for the ways in which it's employed in at least a couple instances, altogether questionable. Characters seem to be free of the burdens of noteworthy intelligence or feeling - or maybe that's a flaw with the acting. Perhaps I'm overly generous, yet not least of all in light of how lackadaisical and flailing Pallardy's direction is at large, I'm inclined to think the often less than credible performances can be chalked up less to a failure of the cast, and more to the filmmaker's unmistakably feeble guidance. Delivery, expressions, and basic movements and individual actions mirror the scene writing with blunt portrayal and disingenuous, unnatural pacing. This isn't to say that the acting is all bad; I feel like Belinda Mayne in particular sometimes offers up some gratifying heart when it's needed most. But, for the most part, she stands alone.

Even Jon Lord's upbeat score, broadly defined with 80s album rock sensibilities and instrumentation, tends to echo the ham-handed, "Yep, this is definitely a good take, let's move on" slant of this action-adventure romp. So it is with the camerawork, too. On the other hand, filming locations are fetching at times, and the attention for hair and wardrobe, and I admire the ambition reflected in these and the set design; one is led to think that to some degree 'White Fire' cheekily tried to mimic James Bond. And, why - okay, the scene writing is suspect, characters are lacking, and dialogue is outright hackneyed at points. However, in concept I think there are good ideas in the narrative; the pursuit of a valuable MacGuffin by diamond smugglers and various criminals holds promise, and there is still other minor cleverness in the tale that could have been teased out into bolder, more engrossing directions.

At the same time, the plot begins to fall apart in the details. It's not always clear how certain characters or extras become involved, or why the scene shifts to a particular location. There are absolutely times when the course of events just doesn't feel cohesive - including the climax, which comes and goes rather abruptly. Above all, though - wholly bizarre and worse than any of this - is male protagonist Bo's relationship with his sister Ingrid; his reactions to her and to another woman, Olga, that enters the story; and the direly unbelievable emotions that are or are not felt throughout it all. I don't wish to betray plot points here, but suffice to say that I was wholly flabbergasted by this aspect of the feature. It could have used to build a different kind of story, but not in a picture as direct as this one is.

This isn't all bad. It's passably entertaining, in its own way, and I see what the film could have been in more capable hands. Yet that's just it - Pallardy's contribution as director is more harm than help, the writing in a mess in every way, and actors mostly can't break through the constraints placed on them. And, once more for emphasis, the dynamics between Bo and Ingrid, and especially between Bo and Olga, are mind-blowing to the point of being problematic. What IS this movie?

There's no reason at all to go out of your way for 'White Fire,' but if you happen to come across it, there are worse ways to spend 100 minutes. Anyone considering a view just certainly needs to bear in mind inarguable deficiencies and indelicacies that detract significantly from the entertainment on hand.

Absolutely fantastic trash....this one has it all: nudity, good fight scenes, gore, action, explosions etc. It also stars the wonderful Belinda Mayne as Ingrid - not Olga as the other reviewer pointed out - although Olga turns into Ingrid later on in the film (you'll have to watch it to see what I mean).

I won't bother to go into the story as it's far too long winded and not very interesting. The relationship between Ingrid and her brother Bo (Robert Ginty) is interesting - watch the towel stealing scene to see what I mean.

The fight scenes were at once quite good and then spoilt by some really shoddy gore effects that looked like they were done by the team who did City of the Walking Dead (i.e. strange coloured blood gushing out of neck wounds).

I'd advise fans of low budget trash to check it out if they can track down a copy - its pretty rare though and I couldn't ever see anyone bothering to re-release it so it'll become all the rarer in a few years.

Anyway I'd recommend it solely for Belinda Mayne's great nude scenes! That lady's a fox!