DAY 23:
Domani passo a salutare la tua vedova… parola di Epidemia (1972) - Director: Juan Bosch - 3/10
More Chris Huerta, great. This one is decent I suppose, Hill fits in comedy westerns better than one would think, he was likewise pretty good in the otherwise execrable Scansati… a Trinità arriva Eldorado. This one is not as excessive as the more overzealously slapsticky outings while still maintaining a firmly tongue-in-cheek tone, so it kind of balances between the two extremes. The comedy proves okay enough, but more in the so-so way: some of the jokes fall flat, others rely on Hill’s good acting skills and on the context of the story.
There are also plenty of scenes in which Chris Huerta gads about en deshabille much to my jubilation of course, nothing makes me jump for joy more than the sight of his saggy tits, his “funny” mannerisms, giggling and and the likes. One of those flicks which are mostly fine as background noise, but nothing particularly memorable and also kind of boring when you think about it really. Only when you have ticked off most of the good genre entries, should you track this down, there is much better stuff out there to check out beforehand.
Quinto: non ammazzare (1969) - Director: León Klimovsky - 4/10
This sounds like something I should enjoy technically, but oddly enough, the solid premise is hardly put to good purpose and most of the potential evaporates by reason of some shoddy editing and somewhat flabby directing. The storyline unfolds in a pretty unremarkable, indifferent fashion without any apparent emphasis in terms of style or narrative purpose. At the very least, the basic components of the story are on the intriguing side and the whodunit mystery displays sufficient vigor, so there is still something take interest in.
With all that being said, even though the underlying idea provides a solid foundation for a juicy, pulpy kind of adventure, the directional approach completely nullifies that point of departure by opting for an almost schmaltzy, corny style of directing which cancels out the grit inhering in the tale, virtually transforming the motion picture into a trite soap opera of sorts. Likewise, Umiliani’s score is reminiscent of Francesco de Masi’s compositions, further conducing to the inordinately old-fashioned feel of the production. Though the work gets much better in the second half, it is hard to come to terms with just how featureless the final product turns out and just how bland the overall craftsmanship is here. What a major disappointment.