(scherpschutter) #542

I thought it was funny, that song. But we should try to speed it up to Mickey Mouse proportions

You are alone
A solitary man

Anybody with a MM-voice overhere? Then sing it for us

(Phil H) #543


A Gunman Sent by God (Ferroni / 1968)

Dive and Shoot = 0
Roll and Shoot = 1
Slow Eye Reveal = 0

Working from home today so took advantage of the slightly later start and got ahead on my Spagvemberfest viewing with this redemption based Steff outing.

Another atypical role for the Steff. This time he is a psychologically scarred sharp shooter who appears to be a hero but is really a coward. Traditional in style and enjoyable enough despite the circus nonsense and the central role for a child. In fact the kid is not irritating at all in this and shows some handy skills spinning a pistol which you can only assume he picked up from his real life father, master of arms and Spag regular, Benito Stefanelli.

Enjoyable but lesser Steff.

(Nick) #544

Yep it is. His son wan mauled by a tiger while he was doing a photoshoot at a zoo. They just explain the absence in the film as “he wandered into the desert and never came back.” I’ve also heard he was sued by the producers of the film for about ten grand because he broke the contract.

(Bill san Antonio) #545

*10. Tessari: Return of Ringo
-I had to watch the second Ringo film too after the Pistol, I have usually liked this one more but like I said over the years I’ve started to like Pistol more and more while this one seemed a bit too slow now. It’s a movie with some great scenes but in general I think Pistol is more tight and also more entertaining. 8/10

Btw, have you ever wondered the shot at around 15 mins. There’s this weird short shot of “nothing” when Sancho asks Gemma what he’s looking for and there’s this shot of garden with Gemma’s voice “work”. Next time it’s the same shot but with close up of Gemma. What the Hell is that?

(morgan) #546

8. Brother Outlaw

First time I have watched the whole film. One of the worst SWs I have seen. Nothing for me in this, really, Kendall and some music recycled from another Mulargia the only redeeming features. 3/10.


8.KILLER CALIBER.32 (1967)

Peter Lee Lawrence is pretty dapper in this lively and entertaining Spagh. It’s got a little bit of everything in this whodunit mystery vehicle, good action, good looking women ( mainly Helene Chanel ), bar brawls and good recycled music. For some reason, i never get tired of this one.

(Phil H) #548


A Stranger in Paso Bravo (Rosso / 1968)

Dive and Shoot = 1
Roll and Shoot = 2
Slow Eye Reveal = 0

More often than not discussed only by it’s similarities to And God Said to Cain this film seems to have bugger all to do with that later film as far as I can see except for the little matter of all the character names being identical, the plot being similar and the ending involving mirrors. But seriously, without the names I doubt anyone would have made the connection. AGSTC is dominated by it’s moody, gothic tone. This is just another Steff vehicle of the revenge variety. And actually, on re-visiting, quite an entertaining one.

A couple of rolls and a dive to keep us happy although it would appear that after taking a few films off Steff must have gone up to the loft to find some old books and found that bloody awful small hat of his that he had sported for the first half dozen films. I genuinely thought he had cast it aside since Gentleman Killer but here it is again, looking like some old battered tile of your Grandad’s. Never mind. The film is fine and is Steff back to basics.

(scherpschutter) #549

I also wanted to use this spaghvember month to fill some gaps in my viewing experience and work for this site. As far as I know I had never seen the sequel to the Carnimeo-Hilton semi-classic Hallelujah movie, and in case I did, I had not written a review of it. In order to be fully prepared for the job, I thought it would be a good idea to re-watch the original movie first. Among the comedy westerns it’s one of my favorites. It’s not a great movie per se, it has its share of flaws (among them a rather annoying Cossack) but that opening scene and Cipriani’s wonderful score lift it way above the average of the comedy westerns produced in the first half of the Seventies, after Trinity had killed the diehard type. And watch that nun climbing a telegraph pole!

I have revised my review and gave it a brandnew look (The sequel soon to follow)


It’s probably the SW which has made me laugh the most. I love how Hallelujah keeps knocking people out with his suitcase.

(Asa) #551


It’s the second weekend of Spagvember which means more double-bills, and I’m kicking off today with a bit of Eurowestern action in the form of The Savage Pampas (Fregonese, 1966), in which a gaucho captain and his small troop have to escort a bunch of hookers across the Argentine grasslands to their garrison in order to keep the men from absconding. The saucy buggers!

Then, later on, I’ll be back to the spags proper in the form of Night of the Serpent (Petroni, 1969), aka Nest of Vipers, Ringo Kill and It’s Bloody Hard Work Kicking Ass in a Pair of Sandals, possibly. Cracking film though, and one I think should probably be a little more prominent than it is.


‘Nest of Vipers’ with the artwork from ‘Death on a High Mountain’ starring Peter Lee Lawrence !!! Some of these Vid distributors really don’t give a toss :confused:

(Asa) #553

I dunno, I think that the multiple names and the art stolen from different movies altogether is a strange part of the charm of the genre. You know? An inadvertent part for sure, but still.


That’s a very positive way of looking at it :relaxed: … but it all depends on how one approaches one’s pasta.
Have to admit that I did have a bit of a smirk when buying some cheap DVDs in Spain, during the 3rd Almeria western film festival - a Robert Woods film had a pic of Giuliano Gemma on the cover and a George Hilton flick had one with Gianni Garko.
Robert Woods thought this very funny and encouraged me to ask George to sign the DVD cover, as Hilton had been acting a bit like a diva, and Robert thought this would burst his bubble a little. I didn’t bother, as I’m not an autograph collector … and George is about 6ft 4’ !!!
Anyway, Robert Woods explained his theory on the mix up of pictures relating to the certain actors … how Gemma’s Anglo name Montgomery Wood had come about by combining Brett Halsey’s pseudonym, Montgomery Ford with Robert’s surname. Therefore artistic integrity has never overshadowed the quick buck exploitation aspect of the genre, and certainly not the case in many of the ‘B’ movies.
I’m sure the ‘real’ Dick Spitfire must have been furious to learn that Demofilo Fidani had been using his proud family name without permission !? Yes, I agree, it’s all part of the fun :smile:

(Asa) #555

I’ve said it before, but: I have given serious thought to legally changing my own name to Dick Spitfire. In fact if the wife hadn’t looked at me with her “Yeah, just you f*cking try it, you muppet” face when I suggested it, I may well have done it by now. :grinning:

(scherpschutter) #556

I’ve always used pseudonyms, not only as a spaghetti western author but also when I’m writing about other movies, in newspapers or on the Net, about scientific subjects or football. I got so used to those pseudos that I felt a little disoriented when people on facebook (where I use my own name) started calling me Simon. I had the idea that I was not me

(Phil H) #557


The Man Who Cried for Revenge (Caiano / 1968)

Dive and Shoot = 2
Roll and Shoot = 2
Slow Eye Reveal = 0

It’s Steff in big hat mode and doubling up on the rolls an dives plus a great supporting cast which makes this a classic example of the big guy’s output. Maybe not a great film but if you are a Steff fan it delivers on pretty much every count you could ask for.

I have to say that this Steff-Fest has been a real pleasure so far and my affection for his films has increased daily. To be honest, it has been so long since I’ve seen most of them that I remember so little about them it has been like watching most of them for the first time. And looking back at my comments in the film’s threads it would seem I like them better now than I did then. Maybe my tastes have changed slightly. Maybe I have just seen so much crap in the interim, Crea, Batzella and the like, that they just seem better. Whatever the reason, I’m having real fun with these and that’s been a really pleasant surprise.

(scherpschutter) #558

I made a similar remark a while ago in relation to a movie that was not that great, but much better than the movies outside the - let’s say - top 40-50. Most of us saw Leone first, then the other Sergios, a few Gemmas, an occasional Steffen etc. But if you become a real genre fan, you start watching lesser known movies and also start noticing that there’s a lot of crap out there, so when you rewatch a decent movie like Ben and Charley or A Train for Durango, that didn’t look that great when you saw it for the first time, you all of a sudden say to yourself: Wow, much better than I remembered! I watched the first half hour of Robert Woods’ 4 Dollars of Vengeance last night and it had the same effect on me: much better than the Crea crap.

(Phil H) #559

Yes, it does open up the potential of rediscovering a ton of previously dismissed films for new enjoyment. Almost like some kind of premature cinematic alzheimer’s.

(morgan) #560

9. Ace High

Watched this for the first time at an Oslo theatre summer 1970 (it was shown before the Trinity films were released). Rewatched it some years ago. Still I couldn’t remember a thing from it, (except for a drunkard, swinging his bottle high, only to see a black man in the dark above his head staring down at him, dismissing it as some kind of delirium). Still prefer the other two Colizzis before this one.

(Asa) #561


Another double-bill today, but I’m a little pensive about this one. First up, it’s Django (Corbucci, 1966). No problem there then, right? Well, no, I suppose not, except… well, last time I watched it (a couple of Spagvembers ago, now) I didn’t especially enjoy it. I’m hoping the long lay-off will freshen it up for me.

Then, much later tonight, I’m going psychedelic, maaan, with Mátalo! (Canevari, 1970). Film barely makes a lick of sense at the best of times and the boomerang action at the climax is just hilarious (as is the horsey attack), but it manages to remain an enjoyable romp anyway. It’s a very “spag” spag at the same time as being a decidedly un-“spag” spag too, somehow. I know what I mean.