Ricco Aversi (an amiable and acceptable performance by Christopher Mitchum) vows to get revenge on ruthless drug smuggler Don Vito (Arthur Kennedy in peak mean and slimy form) for not only killing his father, but also for stealing his girlfriend Rosa (ravishing busty brunette Malisa Longo, who spends the bulk of her screen time either nude or wearing some skimpy apparel). Brash and beautiful con artist Scilla (the divine Barbara Bouchet at her most saucy and desirable) helps Ricco out.
Director Tulio Demicheli, working from an exceptionally gritty script by Mario di Nardo, Jose G. Maesso, and Santiago Moncada, keeps the entertainingly trashy story moving along at a brisk pace, maintains a tough seamy tone throughout, delivers oodles of tasty gratuitous distaff nudity (Bouchet's jaw-dropping late night striptease in the middle of a road rates as a definite scorching highlight), stages the stirring action with rip-roaring brio, and goes whole hog with the no-holds-barred brutal violence that includes a truly wince-inducing castration set piece. The ubiquitous Vic Israel pops up as wormy club owner Checana while Eduardo Fajardo does well as the slippery Cyrano. Nando De Luca's funky-grinding score hits the get-down groovy spot. Francisco Fraile's slick cinematography provides a nice glossy look. The surprise bummer ending packs a devastating punch. A supremely nasty and scuzzy treat.
Director Tulio Demicheli, working from an exceptionally gritty script by Mario di Nardo, Jose G. Maesso, and Santiago Moncada, keeps the entertainingly trashy story moving along at a brisk pace, maintains a tough seamy tone throughout, delivers oodles of tasty gratuitous distaff nudity (Bouchet's jaw-dropping late night striptease in the middle of a road rates as a definite scorching highlight), stages the stirring action with rip-roaring brio, and goes whole hog with the no-holds-barred brutal violence that includes a truly wince-inducing castration set piece. The ubiquitous Vic Israel pops up as wormy club owner Checana while Eduardo Fajardo does well as the slippery Cyrano. Nando De Luca's funky-grinding score hits the get-down groovy spot. Francisco Fraile's slick cinematography provides a nice glossy look. The surprise bummer ending packs a devastating punch. A supremely nasty and scuzzy treat.