We’ve come to expect vanity pieces from
established Hollywood professionals, particularly stars; the annals of film
history are littered with ill-conceived projects that people envisioned as
their definitive cinematic statements. Vanity pieces from entertainers with
whom the general population is unfamiliar are less numerous, because most
entertainers on this level realize that their lack of widespread fame is an
insurmountable obstacle to reaching audiences. Duke Mitchell was undaunted by
these circumstances. A veteran nightclub performer with barely any screen
credits, Mitchell hired himself as producer, director, star—and even
composer—of this low-budget melodrama set in the world of organized crime. (The
picture is known by several alternate titles, including The Executioner and Like
Father, Like Son.)
A small but forceful fellow with the gift of gab and an
impressive haircut that looks like a cross between a mullet and a pompadour,
Mitchell plays Mimi Miceli, a second-generation mobster whose father was driven
from the United States to Sicily by gangland machinations. Determined to put
the family name back in the forefront of organized crime, Mimi flies to Los
Angeles and hooks up with his old pal Jolly Rizzo (Vic Caesar)—a tubby bon
vivant whose elaborate facial hair recalls that of radio DJ Wolfman Jack—in
order to begin a bloody rampage. Mimi and Jolly execute bookmakers and other
crooks, taking over the victims’ territory and establishing a small criminal
empire that includes drugs, gambling, pornography, and prostitution. He also gives
impassioned speeches about the nobility of the Sicilian man, the sainthood of
the Sicilian woman, and the troubling disappearance of honor from the
underworld—notwithstanding the fact that Mimi is an avaricious scumbag who does
things like impaling dudes on meat hooks. Eventually, Mimi makes the wrong enemies,
and the story takes tragic turns that will surprise exactly zero of the film’s
viewers.
Viewed critically, Massacre
Mafia Style is a dud, with grungy photography, spastic editing, trite
storytelling, and vacuous supporting performances. Viewed as a unique testament
to the willpower of one second-rate entertainer, Massacre Mafia Style is weirdly fascinating. Mitchell has a certain
kind of presence, stemming mostly from his overpowering self-confidence, and he’s
intense when delivering monologues. Mitchell’s also interesting while acting
like a badass, whether he’s mouthing off to a black pimp whom he calls “Super
Spook” or delivering the following voiceover: “I didn’t know who had the hit on
us, but I wasn’t waiting to find out, so we killed every last son of a bitch.” The most fascinating aspect of Massacre
Mafia Style is that Mitchell clearly believes he’s acting in a historically
important masterpiece, rather than a sleazy exploitation picture punctuated
with gory murders and topless women. While watching Massacre Mafia Style, it’s Mitchell’s world and the rest of us are
just bystanders. Amazingly, Mitchell filmed a second indie feature around the
same time as this one, but it didn’t reach audiences until years after
Mitchell’s death in 1981; Gone With the
Pope was issued via Grindhouse Releasing in 2010.
Massacre
Mafia Style: FUNKY
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