Finally got around to seeing this in preparation for Quentin Tarantino's "is it or is it not a remake?" feature film opening this Friday. And I must say, this was a very, very bad film, the equivalent to watching paint dry. The acting is laughable, the action scenes over the top (when Fred Williamson decided to sneak up and dropkick a soldier, I couldn't believe what I was seeing), and the plot, very murky (why does the whole train subplot come in an hour into the film after we've already given up on the story?).
There are a few nice shots, but they never provide any flow to the scenes (the scene with the naked bathing women is funny but so random that it frustrates). When one male character gets a love interest midway through, I thought that may lead to something. But nope, she gets discarded for the second half of the film, give or take thirty needless seconds at the very end.
Tarantino likes these kinds of films, which is fine, as he tends to pay homage to them by making them somewhat better in his versions. This Italian film, however, is one hundred minutes of dragging, indistinguishable shootouts and cartoonish violence (involving knife throwings and bridge explosions). And what's with the strange guy that looks a little like Tom Savini? What the hell movie is he in? Skip this flick.
Final Rating: 2/10 |
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