Made in Italy and known by many titles—including The Family, the moniker slapped on the
film for a 1973 American re-release that was designed to piggyback on the
success of the Godfather movies—this
nasty Charles Bronson thriller boasts opulent production values and a pair of
genuinely terrific action sequences, conveniently located at the beginning and
end of the feature. And if the material wedged in between these impressive
vignettes is occasionally dull and murky, at least director Sergio Sollima
finds a solid groove whenever he focuses on the grim spectacle of a hit man
annihilating targets. The plot is bit convoluted, but it goes something like
this. In the tropics, goons pursue tough-guy crook Jeff (Bronson) and his glamorous
girlfriend, Vanessa (Jill Ireland). This sparks a whiz-bang car chase that
culminates in a bloody shootout. Jeff nearly dies, and insult gets added to
injury when Vanessa leaves him for his main assailant, a gangster named Coogan.
Compounding the indignities, Jeff is framed for murder and jailed. After his
release, Jeff tracks down Coogan and Vanessa, killing Coogan and reclaiming Vanessa’s
affections. However, while Jeff was in prison, Vanessa married crime boss Al
(Telly Savalas), so a series of double-crosses and schemes ensues while Jeff
tries to identify his true enemies.
Following the turgid storyline isn’t worth
the effort, but Sollima stages a number of cool scenes. The opening car chase,
through tight city streets and winding country roads, gets the blood pumping
nicely. A long sequence of Jeff methodically arranging and performing the
murder of a racecar driver—during the middle of a race—is similarly tense. And
the finale, which involves a glass elevator, is wonderfully stylish. It helps a
great deal that legendary composer Ennio Morricone contributes a propulsive
score, the main theme of which seems like a precursor of the thrilling music
Morricone later created for 1987’s The
Untouchables. So, even though Ireland is terrible and Savalas plays his
clichéd role with a smattering of humor but not much imagination, there’s a lot
of watchable stuff buried in Violent City.
(In fact, there’s even a dash of sex, thanks to plentiful nude shots of Ireland’s
shapely body double.) And, of course, Bronson is in his natural element, since
he looks utterly believable whenever he kills people onscreen.
Violent
City: FUNKY
1 comment:
The finale in the glass elevator is indeed very stylish and in my opinion the only reason to watch the film.
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