One of those disjoined
drive-in flicks combining several lurid story elements without much care given
to how they mesh, The No Mercy Man is
a crime picture, a heist thriller, a revenge saga, and a Vietnam-vet tale. On
the plus side, the picture has a slick look, marking the first feature credit
for cinematographer Dean Cundey (later to collaborate with John Carpenter and
Steven Spielberg). What’s more, lots of stuff happens, some of which is
moderately exciting. On the minus side, characterizations are shallow at best,
and the episodic nature of the script prevents the movie from gaining any real
momentum until the final act. Still, there’s a reason why The No Mercy Man is yet another obscure B-movie that Quentin
Tarantino admires—with its convoluted plotting, perverse villains, and scenes
of everyday people under siege, it occupies his cinema-of-savagery wheelhouse.
That being said, The No Mercy Man isn’t
one of those gonzo grindhouse pictures overflowing with gore and sex, and in fact
it’s relatively restrained.
The plot concerns WWII veteran Mark Hand (Richard
X. Slattery) and his extended family, who live together on a remote spread in
Arizona. The day Mark’s son Ollie (Steve Sandor) is set to return from service
in Vietnam, Mark’s wife goes to collect him from the airport, leaving Mark home
with his nubile daughter. Vagabond criminal Prophet (Rockne Tarkington) and his
twitchy sidekick, Dunn (Ron Thompson), attack the family’s house, but the assault
gets interrupted by Ollie’s arrival. Although Mark tries to cajole Ollie into chasing
the escaping hoodlums, Ollie is strangely reluctant, so Mark agrees to let
police handle the matter. Meanwhile, Prophet and Dunn return to their home base
of a traveling carnival, then make plans for their next criminal enterprise;
the murky scheme involves stealing guns that Prophet spotted at Mark’s place,
joining forces with a biker gang, and committing a brazen robbery. Woven into
all of this whiplash-inducing plot material is a PTSD subplot, because Ollie
returned from Vietnam with serious problems.
A generous reading would suggest
that cowriter-director Daniel Vance imagined a thematic parallel between
Prophet, a natural-born killer, and Ollie, a trained killer. Alas, nothing in The No Mercy Man invites or justifies a
generous reading. Some aspects of the film’s execution are satisfactory,
including Don Vincent’s suspenseful scoring and most of the performances, but
the story is a shapeless mess. It should also be noted that the film’s theme
song—yes, it has a theme song—contains these highly questionable lyrics: “Love
and lust are the same to him, like being raped by the devil!” Sorry, could you
run that by me one more time?
The No Mercy Man: FUNKY
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