Bare Knuckles

Viharo, an ex-late 60's early 70's leading man enters the low budget action genre in this actioner directed and made by the people who made ILSA films. Viharo plays a bounty hunter who is on a trail of a rich psychopath who wears a mask killing girls in Los Angeles. 70's low-budget black action star John Daniels has a small part to bring in the black audience in an all white movie. The excellent soundtrack was later re-used in 1977 Tom Sellick film THE WASHINGTON AFFAIR.

I was reading Sherry Jackson's bio on Wikipedia and thought I'd look for some of the films she's in. For the most part, I've only seen her Trouble Along the Way (1952), The Miracle of our Lady of Fatima (1952), and an amazing appearance in a Star Trek Episode entitled What Are Little Girls Made Of. I happened to find this movie online and decided to give it a try mainly because it was on of the films that inspired Quentin Tarantino. Sleezy/Blaxploitation 70s movie reportedly made for $25,000, it takes you for a ride along with bounty hunter Zachary Kane through the underbelly of Los Angeles looking for a serial killer. It's not nearly as good or well-produced as others in this genre, but it's still worth watching if for no other reason than seeing Sherry wearing only a boyfriend shirt.

Immediately noting that 'Bare Knuckles' included future John Carpenter collaborators, Dean Cundy and, Debra Hill certainly piqued my interest no less stridently than groove maestro, Vic Caesar's funk-fabulous score, a righteous soundtrack which I have highly rated for a great many years! And can you really judge a film's merit by the garishly gnarly image of a Teflon-tough, majestically moustachioed man-cake cow punching his way through a wanted poster? Phook yas!!!!

Super studly, Zachary Kane (Robert Viharo) is one lizard-mean, hammer-fisted bounty hunter, noted for keeping one gimlet-sharp eye on the ladies, and the other steely orb rigidly fixed upon the next skell to slam his ham-sized fists into! With a hefty $15,000 bounty offered for the egregious psycho-cackling night crawler, but with capable Kane on his case, it is not long before this profoundly warped, skeevily hood-wearing, window-peeping, mommy-mewling mother-hunter soon becomes the hunted!!!

Zack Kane makes for a likeable, quick-witted anti-hero, prone to prolonged Han Solo brooding but with thrice the bellicose brawn, a gritty but not invulnerable fighter, a kingly head knocker on the city's mean streets, and an impassioned prince between the sheets! Kane certainly 'don't use much window dressing', taking his bitter coffee black, smoking unfiltered cigarettes, chugging whiskey neat and making sweet time with them bodacious broads cool and slinky!

The bloody raw 'Bare Knuckles' is a wickedly exhilarating, panther-paced, down n' dirty thriller with an especially epic, full-throttle backstreets bike chase, careening pell-mell, skell-for-leather into a gonzo, karate-hearty, bone-blasting, chop-socking climax of bruisingly balletic bare knuckle kick-assery! Don 'Ilsa She Wolf' Edmonds is a godly grindhouse Don and his tibia trashing, jaw-shocking, 'Bare Knuckles' is a ballsy B-movie actioner you can't refuse!

From what I can tell, this movie is totally out of print, which is a shame because it is quite good for what it is. Zach Kane is a tough guy who covers all the bases: he can box, smokes unfiltered cigarettes, drinks, you can bust his ribs, stab him, repeatedly, beat the hell out of him and he still comes back for more. However, he also has a nice pad, is a lady's man, and plays the flute, so he's not only a caveman, but a caveman with sophistication and class. Aside from the larger than life character the movie attempts to foist on the audience, it's a pretty gnarly action flick in a way they simply don't seem to know how to do anymore. No CGI, just raw poundings, bloodshed, and explosions, the way it ought to be. If you are lucky enough to run across a copy, buy it.

This movie ultimately is a combo of the following elements.

Rocky/ Billy Jack type main character is a struggling boxer who survives by beating up and then turning over to the police various bad guys for a reward. In this way it's a bit of a western. Hero even meets cute with neighborhood gal, like in Rocky.

But then it sort of becomes one of these black tough guy with tough cool black guy partner movies.

But then, it becomes a psycho killer movie. And our hero isn't even on screen for a fair amount of time.

Oh and there is a Kung Fu sidekick/teacher who looks Hispanic but has an Asian name. Go figure?!? Not that these elements don't make it fun--but it never completely becomes a good movie about any of these things. It just shifts gears whenever it wants to. It's mostly done as exploitation--rather than true grit. The hero spends as much or more time being brutalized than he does brutalizing. Though of it's time it also seems out of step with it's time--the gay bar scene is either hilarious or offensive--both really, if you can sit of both sides of the fence at the same time.

In order the enjoy the movie you have to sit on that same fence, don't take it too seriously if you can.

Performances are over the top--by the standards of the day--not by today's ridiculous over the tops standards. Groovy and effective music score and long almost silent final chase scene through rough areas of downtown Los Angeles help wrap it all up. Most of the male cast have the same mustache, just in case you were wondering. One gutsy plot twist and a few very brief moments of social commentary also pop up to keep it lively. A refreshing lack of Hippies--I guess their time had passed by then.