DAY 7:
Il suo nome era Pot (1971) - Directors: Demofilo Fidani, Lucio Giachin - 4/10
The soundtrack from John the Bastard suits the film just fine and generally speaking, the flick is pretty enjoyable though it kinda slows down towards the end and requires some fast-forwarding for an optimal experience. I’m not sure how much of it was actually directed by Fidani; while it was definitely filmed at the Cave Studios and has the same cheap look as other Fidani productions, at the same time it displays a slightly different look from a regular Fidani entry, feels slightly more conventional both visually and narratively and utilizes its recycled score to good effect instead of shoehorning it in where it saliently doesn’t belong.
That is evidently not to say it is some grand work of art, as it most certainly is not and includes plenty of habitual Fidani attractions such as bar brawls and the likes, nevertheless, the entirety of it appears slightly more consistent and cohesive in its overall flow and buildup, plus it features one tasteful fistfight in the sandpit puddle. I dunno, perhaps it was one of those times Fidani had a stroke of inspiration (or just a regular stroke and somebody took over from him). At any rate, the motion picture winds up being prepossessing enough in spite of its baseborn origins.
O tutto o niente (1968) - Director: Guido Zurli - 6/10
George Ardisson’s best western far and away and one of those hidden, cheap gems one feels lucky to excavate from the vault of cinematic history. Albeit nothing inordinately grand, film’s graceful simplicity combined with its cheapness informs the viewing with the mellow atmosphere characteristic of those lesser-known but none the less entertaining outings whose compromises as well as frugal pragmatism shaped them in some distinctive, charming ways.
It is superior to multiple more renowned entries not only by virtue of the aforementioned constituents, but also by reason of its leisurely pacing which imparts some extra character. Additionally, Ardisson turns in probably his most charismatic performance yet in that he does not appear to be reprising this or that role, pretending to be this or that spaghetti A-lister, but rather finds his own voice and produces a genuinely convincing persona in the course of film’s developments. Throw in some solid directing courtesy of Zurli as well as some decent photography and you obtain the highly enjoyable mid-tier entry which is a lot better than what its obscurity would betoken.