Il grande rischio

When the truck looses its brakes and is out of control. In the closeups and overheads the hill rises on driver's side. In the longshot the hill is on the passenger side.

The cigar chomping executive hires a group of tinhorn drivers led by a re-tread trucker to haul rocket fuel by truck across a treacherous route. A strict timeline and big pay outs await for a successful convoy across desert and difficult backroads. A entertaining'B'film which I could imagine sitting in a theater and watching back in the day. Brian Keith never once face-palmed even with all the challenges he faced as trail boss.

While I can't say I prefer this film to either Wages of Fear or Sorcerer, I agree that it is pretty enjoyable. Some of the wisecracks and banter are pure 1950's hard-boiled pulp, and Brian Keith has never been better as a certain type of swaggering man's man particular to that Era.

"Walker would shrink his own mother's head for a dollar."

"I'm not allergic to a buck, either."

"You pull a stunt like that again I'll rub yer head in the sand til its hamburger!"

While all of this is certainly amusing in a time capsule kind of way, the film itself plays like the storyboards to a much more tension-filled film. Compared to the trials and tribulations undergone by the doomed men in both Wages of Fear and Sorcerer, the journey in Violent Road is rather muted. But still, an enjoyable way to spend an hour and twenty eight minutes.

Trucker Mitch Barton (Brian Keith) has three days to transport explosive rocket fuel over a dangerous mountain road. He had lied, but the owner has no choice. He has no trucks and no drivers. The company provides the trucks and Mitch recruits a few hard-lucked drivers.

This is an American remake of The Wages of Fear (1953). This one is only a shadow of its superior predecessor. The tension never gets that high. It doesn't have the fear. Not enough of the road looks dangerous. There are moments which suggest at what this could have been. This one has less to say about the wages. Neither the fear nor the wages are all there. It's all a little less.

This little B-movie may be a long way from its classic French predecessor The Wages of Fear (1953), but it still manages a few shudders. Six guys drive tanker trucks down a winding mountain road, with a load of rocket fuel. One false move and they're less than toast. Of course, there're the inevitable hazards-- a runaway bus, sloppy brakes, and who forgot to tighten the fuel valve, plus, a wild- driving kid (Garrison).

Good thing Brian Keith's in charge. He's perfect for the blue-collar role, though poor Zimbalist Jr. looks a little lost, even as a professor doing double duty as a driver. Notice how they work the good-looking girls into a macho story-line. The movie knows its drive-in audience will get tired of the ugly guys. Also, the canny producers went out and got one of Hollywood's best actresses, Ann Doran, for the heavy-duty role of the Sarge's wife. And, if memory serves, the Kennedy Meadows road northwest of Lone Pine was used for the mountain hair-raiser scenes.

Unfortunately, this is the type of solid little B-movie that would soon drive off into the sunset.