Noi non siamo angeli

April 2021

Here we have "We are no angels" one of about half a dozen films made starring Michael Coby and Paul Smith where they effectively play it as Terence Hill and Bud Spencer.

This and "Carambola" are the 2 i really like, the 2 western ones, the others were a little bit below the standard, including "Carambola 2" which didn' quite live upto the first one. In truth i fell the same about Hill and Spencer, there westerns were a step above there other films, even though i like all of them.

Plenty of comedy moments to be had here, and if you like this then check out the equally as good "Carambola".

8.5 out of 10.

Just watched this baby tonight and its currently fresh in my mind, but slipping away fast so I wanted to record my thoughts. Bud Spencer/Terrence Hill wannabes rig a fight with a large black prize fighter to buy a car in a very lush, green Tuscan-looking Nevada. Their scheme is to compete in a downhill roadrace, the winner of which will get the right to a railroad transport contract, which will apparently make them rich. There are love interests, an infinitely running gag with a toilet, slapstick, lots of bopping of heads, anachronistic greasy mafioso thugs by the score, implications of pedophilia, inexplicable dubbing (probably lazy literal dubbing of Italian colloquialisms), fart humor, and about a hundred tangential story-lines and plot seasonings that make no sense whatsoever.

The score intercuts between hard-rockin 70's fuzzed out guitar and silent era ragtime slapstick score. Half of the camera angles look like they were intended to be shot in 3-D but weren't. There's a man with a steel head and boxing glove, some crazy out-of-the-blue racial slurs, and the whole mess ends with an old-west era hangglider vs. coach and buggy race.

Sure, it's an awful movie and a brazen theft of the Spencer/Hill franchise, but it was so incomprehensibly all over the place, I couldn't help but love it. - Tim League