Alfonso Breschia is infamous for unleashing no less than four Star Wars rip-offs on the world (and to confuse things, the IMDb lists five - Battle of the Stars and War of the Planets being one and the same film). I think I started my review of Breschia's Western Killer Calibre .32 the exact same way, so I'll shut about those damn sci-fi films now.
I hope you like fairgrounds, because this film features one a lot! An old geezer goes onto a ghost train alone and comes out the other side with a bullet in his brain and the $600,000 in his pocket gone, and it's up to insurance investigator Robert Hoffman to get to the bottom of it. Does it have anything to do with that lengthy black and white prologue from the Second World War? You betcha!
Robert sets his eyes on the dead guy's daughter Catherine (who looks like Kim Kardashian, without the fake arse) and starts putting the moves on her without telling her he's an investigator. Once she realises that he's probably not the weird person calling her up all the time, it's off to the sack they go, after a quick visit to the fairground.
Catherine of course lives in a huge mansion with her crazy mother Magda and slutty sister Barbara. Magda's gone a bit nuts about the whole murdered husband thing, and Barbara buries her grief by having rough sex with the mute gardener. Robert spies on them at it and thinks Barbara's being raped, but when it becomes apparent she's not, he hangs on for a couple of minutes just to make sure.
At some point you'll probably be wondering when the film will get round to actually having anyone killed, let alone having them naked and being found in a park. When that finally happens, the giallo element takes off and the film starts being enjoyable daft. My favourite bit was when the family, Robert and Adolfo were standing on the balcony of the mansion and Adolfo points out how wobbly the railing is, moving it back and forth and remarking that someone should have that fixed and of course someone takes a dive through it (or at least an unconvincing dummy does). That's not foreshadowing - that's blatant signposting.
The twists are actually pretty good for a change and you can't help but love a film that locates its ending in a fairground. As far as Alfonso Breschia films go this is probably the best one I've seen so far. I think I said that about Killer Calibre .32 too.
I hope you like fairgrounds, because this film features one a lot! An old geezer goes onto a ghost train alone and comes out the other side with a bullet in his brain and the $600,000 in his pocket gone, and it's up to insurance investigator Robert Hoffman to get to the bottom of it. Does it have anything to do with that lengthy black and white prologue from the Second World War? You betcha!
Robert sets his eyes on the dead guy's daughter Catherine (who looks like Kim Kardashian, without the fake arse) and starts putting the moves on her without telling her he's an investigator. Once she realises that he's probably not the weird person calling her up all the time, it's off to the sack they go, after a quick visit to the fairground.
Catherine of course lives in a huge mansion with her crazy mother Magda and slutty sister Barbara. Magda's gone a bit nuts about the whole murdered husband thing, and Barbara buries her grief by having rough sex with the mute gardener. Robert spies on them at it and thinks Barbara's being raped, but when it becomes apparent she's not, he hangs on for a couple of minutes just to make sure.
At some point you'll probably be wondering when the film will get round to actually having anyone killed, let alone having them naked and being found in a park. When that finally happens, the giallo element takes off and the film starts being enjoyable daft. My favourite bit was when the family, Robert and Adolfo were standing on the balcony of the mansion and Adolfo points out how wobbly the railing is, moving it back and forth and remarking that someone should have that fixed and of course someone takes a dive through it (or at least an unconvincing dummy does). That's not foreshadowing - that's blatant signposting.
The twists are actually pretty good for a change and you can't help but love a film that locates its ending in a fairground. As far as Alfonso Breschia films go this is probably the best one I've seen so far. I think I said that about Killer Calibre .32 too.