Slap-happy, brightly coloured mondo trashola from the dynamic west coast duo of R. Lee Frost (The Black Gestapo—75) and Bob Cresse (Once Upon A Knight—61).
Flashy photographer/slapper Rosalba Neri (The Devil’s Wedding Night—73) is shagging the husband of her recently deceased best friend. Wrapped in a vomit coloured towel, she’s having a whale of a time flouncing about the rich estate without a care until spunky Luciana Della Robbia shows up and say’s she’s the step daughter of the widower/husband (Silviano Tranquilli).
After a flash flood destroys a bridge during a bad storm, a group of stranded motorists take refuge at a large, spooky, run-down castle once owned by a psychic witch that held séance’s for the rich and bored in her parlor.
While visiting a graveyard in Venice with his bitch of a sister, a blind mop-head (Renato Cestie) ‘sees’ a mysterious, ghostly couple and their big black dog—casually snacking on a human arm. After further visions and the bizarre death of a crispy aunt, both blindy and sis are forced to live in a great looking haunted boarding house owned by a sinister old couple that talk in cryptic riddles.
Amid the dozens of much respected and well known giallos lies this—a thriller as confusing and as pointless as an upside down algebra cake recipe written in invisible ink.
Ewa Aulin (The Seducers—70) and Klaus Kinski show up and stare, goggle-eyed at each other in a nameless European country estate circa 1900. Kinski is a creepy (what else) doctor/surgeon that treats young, nubile females; including Aulin when she’s the victim of a cut price stage coach crash.
Not only has this limp, bloodless, Italian horror got a just plain genius title, it’s sexy star Rita Calderoni (who has a bush to rival Linay Romay’s) actually does get nude for satan. In fact, while she and her doctor pal (James Harris) are stranded at a remote castle, she gets nude a whole lot, whether she’s washing, having a nightmare, walking the dog or peeling the spuds, she’s as nudey as ya’ like.
Lead-brained action/exploitation filmed in the Philippines by an all Italian crew and starring Richard Randall, Brigitte Porsh, Peter Hinz and creepy little Ratman (84) himself—Nelson De La Rosa. Low budget and pretty haphazard, much of the plot revolves around a renegade South American army general who wages a personal war against poppy field farmers and ‘contra’ jungle rebels, so you’d be right to expect green-inferno fire-fights, booby traps, helicopters, thrown grenades, shouts of “Nooooooooo!”, machine gun battles and bouts of blocky martial arts from CIA commando Randall and plucky reporter Porsh.
The now almost varnished Mark Gregory is still Thunder, the quiet, loving, crazy-ass Navajo Indian who takes about 70 minutes to indulge in a bloody massacre. He battled racist cops and big business in part 1, and got a girlfriend and a shot at being a part-time cop in 2. Here, the Italian crew are still in Arizona, USA and this time Thunder is fighting a group of OAP mercenary/survivalists commanded by a mental, war-scared renegade general called Magnum (Horts Shón).
Mark Gregory is back as Thunder, the homicidal-when-pushed Red Indian who likes to blow things up after about an hour. In a practical xerox of the first outing (so similar in fact, that they’ve basically just added a ‘2’ to the title), Thunder is banging heads with racist sheriff Bo Svenson again and is stuck facing a similar hate-crime folly when violence erupts after the tanned terror is called a “Dirty Injun Bastard” and locked up in jail after a scant 8 minutes.
