director Enzo G. Castellari
You know the old saying, “They don’t make ’em like they used to.” That rings true in so many ways, even in wonderful garbage cinema of Italian knock-offs.
Amazon just added a number of weird/cool Italian titles to its Prime streaming service, numerous notable classics and cheese. I do not understand their content strategy or promotion planning and it’s probably the worst format I use for finding content (movies). But this was a good content dump, several films I’ve seen or been wanting to see. So, I’m grateful.
It’s hard to know what to add about Enzo G. Castellari’s genre rip-off goof-fest that others haven’t said with greater passion or knowledge.
Vic Morrow, I like him more all the time. Fred Williamson, always cool.
I remember my first time driving through the Bronx in 1989 (only a year before this movie was supposed to have taken place), and having been well-fed on America’s portrayal of the Bronx as a super-scary hell-hole. New York in the 1980’s was probably pretty intense and there was a lot of run-down structures as the city crept toward the end of the the 20th century. Still, it was a fascinating landscape.