Another of those micro-budgeted, slackly plotted, thick-headed, crudely patched together productions from the early Seventies that proliferated alongside the Trinity-clone comedies.
Frankly, there’s just as much to laugh at here, as the luridly attired, moustachioed Mexican O’Hara (!) brothers - yes, the same ones from Black Killer (and possibly elsewhere?) - terrorise the good folk of Trinity. Not that there are many good folk to see in Trinity, since the budget obviously wouldn’t stretch to extras, leaving us in the company of the “stars”, Jeff Cameron and Antonio Cantafora, a few old stagers like Attilio Dottesio and a host of stocky stunt players.
The O’Haras’ MO is simple - kill pretty much anyone, whether they’re co-operating or not, and guffaw hysterically in the established Mexican manner. In desperation, the town council votes to hire notorious bounty hunter Alan Boyd, played by Cameron, who bludgeons his way through the villains’ moronic underlings with brutish enthusiasm.
I can’t help but liking Cameron in roles like this. No, he’s not much of an actor, but he makes a very believable thug, and his fight scenes are always convincing. Here, he sports a natty overcoat and is furnished with a Mortimer-style saddlebag full of esoteric weapons, including a sawn-off shotgun (there’s nothing subtle about this guy) and a crossbow from which he launches dynamite-laden arrows.
It’s utter tosh, of course, full of offputting close-ups and shaky camerawork (for a Massaccesi-lensed film, it’s surprisingly ugly), but fine if you’re in the mood for dumb, Fidani-esque fun.
Massaccesi signed it as ‘Oskar Faradine’, a name concocted with the assistance of producer Oscar Santaniello (who also backed Black Killer and may have borrowed footage from that film for this one). Santaniello is often credited as director as well.