SpagvemberFest!

no. 10 Romitelli: His Name Was King (1971)
-A good example of cheapie sw of the early seventies with recycled music and footage, Kinski with bored look in small part to attract audience, lots of horse riding etc. Best thing in the film is the main theme which is well known theme outside the sw fans too as it’s been recycled in Red Dead Revolver game and Tarantino’s Django Unchained. 3/10

Cheers, ''LAST CARESS,…just since skimming thro. Bluray…managed to come to terms with cooky ‘Bat-Dance’

Released in Italy on the same day as Julio Buchs’s Quei disperati che puzzano di sudore e di morte (“Those desperate men who stink of sweat and death”), November 26, 1969, Corbucci’s rocker versus hippies versus bourgeoisie set-up Gli specialisti, shot around Cortina, approximately 150 kilometers southeast of Innsbruck, where I grew up, makes good use of the Dolomites as a wild and romantic backdrop, though to me some sequences look more like a Heimatfilm than a Western, alpine cabins and cows being featured prominently. Who cares, tonight I’ll be back in Mexico anyway: Vamos a matar, compañeros.

Tonight this

and this

In good shape I think, somewhere in between those two.

SPAGVEMBERFEST 2016 - A FISTFUL OF REAPPRAISALS: DAY 11

Well. Day eleven and I regret that, today, I won’t be able to squeeze a spag in. It was our anniversary a couple of days ago - not our wedding anniversary (I’d have remembered that one) but the eighth anniversary of my wife and I becoming an item - and we’ve packed the boy to his nan’s, and booked a restaurant and a hotel room for an evening of loving romance and extreme debauchery. Our dear absent @Reverend_Danite would no doubt approve. But can I take a spag with us to the hotel? Apparently not; I’ve received a resounding “NO!” on that front. Ah well, thought I’d ask.

Still, I’m not just going to flat-out miss this day; the one I was going to watch today - and which I’m now watching tomorrow as part one of a spag double-bill - is God’s Gun (Parolini, 1976), a movie I haven’t seen since the first time I looked at it over three years ago, and which if I recall correctly tells of an evil alien symbiant which attaches itself to Lee Van Cleef’s scalp, causing him to run amok. Looking forward to it already.

Wish me luck for this evening, gents. Little boy with big job to do.

See, you’re watching a lot of high-quality spags there Morgan, which I believe is key to getting through this marathon with (relative) ease. Alas, I watched most of those during last year’s SpagvemberFest and I don’t want to repeat any this year so I’m definitely on the tier 2/tier 3 fare this year but I’m still enjoying it immensely. For now. :slight_smile:

Spagvemberfest 2016 Number 11

One After the Other is one I remember as being one of Harrison’s best. A bit uneven maybe but enjoyable none the less. Will be interested to see how it matches up against Vengeance this time around. My other favourite Harrison outing.

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I’ll move down to a lower shelf pretty soon. Good luck to the little boy tonight!

Since last posting I’ve watched

11 Death Rides a Horse This should have been a great film, and could have been, save for the casting of John Phillip Law (not sure if it’s Law with a wooden toothpick or the other way around) and the last 20 minutes. And

12 Day of Anger

Today

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and hopefully this

no 11. Pannaccio: Death Played the Flute (1972)
-Super low budget film which has strange charm. Steven Tedd’s Whistler is such a memorable character and the film has very weird sound effects which creates eerie atmosphere. 5/10

So far I have watched 4 films from the Official top 20 and 4 from my alternative 20 against 4 from my own top 20. Two of them held their ground, two didn’t. The films to take their place are the two last films watched:

13. Sonora
14. They Want Him Dead

That sorted out, I have another problem. My alterative 20 is growing thin. That’s what I’ll work on the rest of this SpagvemberFest.

I had a very bad day yesterday: I didn’t feel well but had an appointment that couldn’t be cancelled, so I took the buss to Antwerp (mainly to avoid the traffic jams) and when I got there, two of the four people I was supposed to meet hadn’t shown up and when I wanted to get home I found out there was a strike - once again - in the public transport sector, so I had to wait for my buss (along with a group of students and factory workers for more then two hours. It started raining, I forgot to take an umbrella with me, so …

Etcetera, etcetera

… So when i finally got home I needed an action movie of the furious and rather simplistic kind, the kind of movie our good @Reverend would describe (and actually once describes) as:

“Bang crash, bang wallop, biff bosh bash - wallop wallop, kap-ow ping, boof aghhh BANG!”

https://www.spaghetti-western.net/index.php/Kill_them_all_and_come_back_alone_Review_(Scherpschutter)

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Vamos a matar, compañeros (1970) – The Mercenary’s companion-piece, almost a reprise, the beginning of Corbucci’s creative decline, and proof that, yes, once upon a time Iris Berben was young – followed by La banda J. & S. Cronaca criminale del Far West (1972), a chronicle of profound disorientation on several levels. S.: “I’m not an animal!” – J.: “You’re worse. You’re a goddamn female!” – S.: “That’s right. You hit the nail on the head!” Holy c…p. Next: Che c’entriamo noi con la rivoluzione? (1972), Corbucci’s twelfth and penultimate Western.

SPAGVEMBERFEST 2016 - A FISTFUL OF REAPPRAISALS: DAY 12

A double header today brings me back up to scratch, and it comes in the form of yesterday’s as-yet-unwatched pic God’s Gun coupled with today’s intended film: Hallelujah For Django (Lucidi, 1967) an uneven but entertaining enough pic featuring George Hilton in “Grinning Buffoon” mode as far as I recall, alongside Dick Spitfire regular Hunt Powers in probably my favourite performance from him, as a bandit posing as a padre (which kind-of gives my double-bill a “Man-of-the-Cloth” theme, a bit. Praise be!).

Spagvemberfest 2016 Number 12

A welcome revisit to one of my favourite Robert Woods films, My Name is Pecos.
A cracking little Spaghetti complete with painful looking eye tape and a theme tune with incomprehensible lyrics. What more could you want?

Today’s films:

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Spagvemberfest 2016 Number 13

This marathon project is not just a strength test of your marriage and sanity. It is also a reminder to re-watch great films like A Hole in the Forehead. And that makes it worthwhile in and of itself. Love this film and Anthony Ghidra in anything to be honest. Viva Spagvemberfest!!

SPAGVEMBERFEST 2016 - A FISTFUL OF REAPPRAISALS: DAY 13

Going today for a movie to which I don’t feel I’ve given its due: Bandidos (Dallamano, 1967), a movie which thus far has only stuck in the mind for its incredible opening. It’s definitely one of the higher quality spags among those I’m watching this month though, and I think it’s going to prove a decent “Sunday” choice of film, too.

Re-watching Che c’entriamo noi con la rivoluzione? – “what do we have to do with the revolution,” knowing it “will not be televised” or released on BD/DVD? – brought a very pleasant surprise: this time I was prepared for the irritating English dubbing and the not-so-excellent image and audio quality of the AVI file made from a German television broadcast, and I really enjoyed the film; in particular its wide-ranging references, from Vincenzo Bellini’s English Civil War opera I puritani (1835), whose famous duet “Suoni la tromba” opens the movie, and Giacomo Puccini’s French Revolutionary Wars opera Tosca (1900) via two Shakespeare plays, Othello and Richard III, to historical figures such as Giuseppe Garibaldi (1807–1882) and Emiliano Zapata (1879–1919). “In many ways the least ‘western’ of all his westerns” (Phil_H), Corbucci’s third Mexican Revolution venture may be a mess – a “sporadically entertaining mess,” according to Kevin Grant (Any Gun Can Play, p. 215) – but I think it’s also a smart film – “an intelligent movie” (scherpschutter) – whereas Howard Hughes deems it “similarly aimless” as Vamos a matar, compañeros (Once Upon a Time in the Italian West, p. 214).

Tonight, Sunday, November 13: Corbucci’s thirteenth Western, or twelfth or eleventh, in any case his nadir: Il bianco, il giallo, il nero (1975). Verflixt!

I’d love to watch the Italian version with well-translated subtitles.