Sometimes you've just got to accept defeat and get on with life, because life isn't like a Hollywood film, you don't always surmount all obstacles and triumph in the end. Sometimes, when you think you're getting revenge for being framed for murdering a police informant, life will throw you a curveball by the same people that framed you subsequently murdering your young son. Then, then, when you think things have hit rock bottom, your wife will dump you straight after your son's funeral.
It's around about there we first meet ex-cop Henry Silva. Henry's just buried his son and now he's also single again, and he's out for justice. He's got nothing better to do really, but he still has the support of his old cop buddy Keenan Wynn, and is still being pestered by an annoying journalist. Henry has the names of those involved, and two pictures, and it doesn't take him long to track down the first guy. Of course, this guy is played by Luciano Rossi, and therefore is a bit creepy and snidey.
On the other hand, someone is trying to cover their tracks and seems to be taking out all those involved in the killings, but this is not a giallo, it's a Henry Silva ass-kicking film, so we get to see Henry going around threatening everyone and giving people a kicking. A few years later Henry would be gunning down most of Sicily but this is a summer of love era-film, so we don't get too much violence, and we also get one of those ridiculous freak-out party sequences.
While not filled with absolute carnage like Cry of the Prostitute, you can't beat a bit of Silva as he glowers, glares, cajoles, threatens, berates, eyeballs and hairs everyone involved. It's nice to see the man stoating around San Francisco too. Think of it as a practise run for all those killer Eurocrime films of the seventies.
Except Kidnap. That one wasn't so good.
It's around about there we first meet ex-cop Henry Silva. Henry's just buried his son and now he's also single again, and he's out for justice. He's got nothing better to do really, but he still has the support of his old cop buddy Keenan Wynn, and is still being pestered by an annoying journalist. Henry has the names of those involved, and two pictures, and it doesn't take him long to track down the first guy. Of course, this guy is played by Luciano Rossi, and therefore is a bit creepy and snidey.
On the other hand, someone is trying to cover their tracks and seems to be taking out all those involved in the killings, but this is not a giallo, it's a Henry Silva ass-kicking film, so we get to see Henry going around threatening everyone and giving people a kicking. A few years later Henry would be gunning down most of Sicily but this is a summer of love era-film, so we don't get too much violence, and we also get one of those ridiculous freak-out party sequences.
While not filled with absolute carnage like Cry of the Prostitute, you can't beat a bit of Silva as he glowers, glares, cajoles, threatens, berates, eyeballs and hairs everyone involved. It's nice to see the man stoating around San Francisco too. Think of it as a practise run for all those killer Eurocrime films of the seventies.
Except Kidnap. That one wasn't so good.