Watched this this morn. And thoroughly enjoyed it.
A lightweight romp on the whole, with some typically nasty spaghetti violence thrown in. Bearing in mind this was released in the same year as Jesse and Lester, and Man of the East … when many a film slipped down that so-called ‘comedy’ cul-de-sac, this could have sunk into that post-Trinity nonsense. But, thankfully it doesn’t. It’s tongue is as stuck in its cheek as Steffen’s cheroot is stuck Clint-like between his pearly-whites. In fact, Steffen is as Clint-y as I’ve ever seen him - with words breathy, sparce and deliberate, and forced through that previously mentioned cheroot.
Silly, unlikely, but entertaining.
Oh, and Weisser’s description of the film way off mark again … (1974, Robert Hundar ???).
(And some fabulous big pendulous soapy breasts - but you’ll have to go to the appropriate ‘nudity …’ thread for those…) ;D