I have been a fan of Alain Delon as long as I can remember. So, back in the 1970s I watched him don Zorro's black attire and embark on the task of restoring dignity and law to a Mexican pueblo in the face of the nefarious Colonel Huerta and his band of merry cut-throats.
At the time, I let my teenage fascination with Delon, a man about whose trysts with some of the planet's greatest beauties I had read about and envied, override the dire poverty of the script, and all other aspects one analyzes in a good movie. This one rates well beneath good, its action scenes so stagy and repetitive that I came darned close to just switching off the computer.
Photography is very clear in efficient color - that, and Delon's magnetic presence, in spite of appearing to imitate Terence Hill as Trinity four years earlier, make the main graces in an otherwise rather hollow, slapstick movie in which an actor of Stanley Baker's stature, for instance, is very reductively used. 6/10.
At the time, I let my teenage fascination with Delon, a man about whose trysts with some of the planet's greatest beauties I had read about and envied, override the dire poverty of the script, and all other aspects one analyzes in a good movie. This one rates well beneath good, its action scenes so stagy and repetitive that I came darned close to just switching off the computer.
Photography is very clear in efficient color - that, and Delon's magnetic presence, in spite of appearing to imitate Terence Hill as Trinity four years earlier, make the main graces in an otherwise rather hollow, slapstick movie in which an actor of Stanley Baker's stature, for instance, is very reductively used. 6/10.