Super Bitch a.k.a. Could anyone be more bastard than inspector Cliff? (1973)
Stephanie Beacham and Ivan Rassimov do an Italian crime film in England (and each other throughout). Basically, Rassimov's Eastwood-like narc Cliff is out to bring down rival drug lords (including Patricia Hayes hilarious Mamma the Turk and her very unconvincing hippie boy toys), when Cliff isn't playing around with Beacham and her frequently revealed boobs.
Okay, that probably sounded like Beavis and Butthead dictated this to me, but this is definitely tongue-hanging-out of-cheek with Rassimov and Hayes eagerly out camping each other as the sting deepens.
This is one of my favorite Italian police films because 1) Rassimov plays a rare hero (which after his spaghetti western cycle was not all that common beyond Sacrifice and A White Veil for Mariale). Plus, he gets to have a lot of fun as he playfully jabs at Eastwood's tough guy cops. 2) the clothes and furniture are a blast, and 3) Everyone is in on the joke, even director Massimo Dellamano (who directed one of the best giallos ever made.)
As you can guess from the titles (the latter one cracks me up), this flick does not take itself seriously although the hippie thugs working for Mamma Turk are some of the most unlikable (and true scapegoats) ever inserted into films of the era. Many Italian genre directors hated the counterculture (prior to Manson giving them every reason to), and would slur hippies all the time in their films. This is one of those rare stories where their hatred seems justified.
I'll have to watch the proper DVD I've got lying around (I think I bought because of the featurette on Rassimov, who is a huge reason why I cannot give up Italian films no matter how hard I try.)
Stephanie Beacham and Ivan Rassimov do an Italian crime film in England (and each other throughout). Basically, Rassimov's Eastwood-like narc Cliff is out to bring down rival drug lords (including Patricia Hayes hilarious Mamma the Turk and her very unconvincing hippie boy toys), when Cliff isn't playing around with Beacham and her frequently revealed boobs.
Okay, that probably sounded like Beavis and Butthead dictated this to me, but this is definitely tongue-hanging-out of-cheek with Rassimov and Hayes eagerly out camping each other as the sting deepens.
This is one of my favorite Italian police films because 1) Rassimov plays a rare hero (which after his spaghetti western cycle was not all that common beyond Sacrifice and A White Veil for Mariale). Plus, he gets to have a lot of fun as he playfully jabs at Eastwood's tough guy cops. 2) the clothes and furniture are a blast, and 3) Everyone is in on the joke, even director Massimo Dellamano (who directed one of the best giallos ever made.)
As you can guess from the titles (the latter one cracks me up), this flick does not take itself seriously although the hippie thugs working for Mamma Turk are some of the most unlikable (and true scapegoats) ever inserted into films of the era. Many Italian genre directors hated the counterculture (prior to Manson giving them every reason to), and would slur hippies all the time in their films. This is one of those rare stories where their hatred seems justified.
I'll have to watch the proper DVD I've got lying around (I think I bought because of the featurette on Rassimov, who is a huge reason why I cannot give up Italian films no matter how hard I try.)