Djurado (Giovanni Narzisi, 1966)

[Mickey13]

Copied from the Spagvemberfest 2023 thread:

@Mickey13

To be perfectly frank, I am shocked at the lenience with which people tend to approach this absolute dreck of a motion picture. Not a single aspect of it proves even remotely passable and the absolute technical scurviness cannot be explained by the miniscule budget seeing that most of these ventures were produced on shoestring budgets with very little latitude in the way the filmmakers could creatively shape their movies. Not only is the underlying premise mind-bogglingly derivative, but also the fashion in which the storyline progresses turns out almost laughable and verges on becoming parodic, except that the intent is most certainly serious here for better or for worse. The directing smacks of a certain amateurish negligence which is particularly evident in its conspicuous visual abjectedness and fugly camerawork evoking in its utter squalor and tastelessness some of the worst dregs of the genre.

Some otiose attempts at comedy, e.g. the one in which the girl owning the cardboard saloon opens fire at the low-rent Giuliano Gemma clone only to offer him a drink a bit later, are so execrable and downright atrocious they prompted me to physically facepalm at one point, I mean what the heck were they thinking. The technical decrepitude does not end there, some of the montage is so out of whack it calls into question the basic competence of people who were tasked with assembling this abysmal failure of a flick. The turkey climaxes in what could be termed a soft deus-ex-machina which certainly bespeaks writing and creative helplessness, but by that stage, the salient want of legitimate ideas becomes demonstrably clear, so at that point, one simply exuberates at the finale, though not because of its inherent qualities, but rather because it signals the termination of the torture. What a despicable piece of trash.