Four of the Apocalypse (1975) from Tuna |
I Quattro dell'apocalisse is a spaghetti western, one of three made by Lucio Fulci before he found his niche with horror and gialli. As the result of a morality crackdown by the good citizens, a gambler (Fabio Teste), a drunk (Michael J. Pollard), a crazy black cemetery worker (Harry Baird), and a pregnant hooker (Lynne Frederick) are tossed out of town with nothing but a wagon and horses. The four petty criminals are soon joined by evil personified, in the form of a bandit named Chaco (Thomas Milian), who rapes Frederick, shoots Pollard in the leg, and leaves everyone to die in the desert. The rest of the film is taken up with their journey to reach a town. After significant hardships, the gambler and the hooker reach an all-male mining town, where her son is born. Of course, the baby is named "Luck." The source material is obviously two short stories from Brett Harte, The Luck of Roaring Camp, and The Outcasts of Poker Flats. These two stories were staples of High School freshman English in the early 1960s, and can be read online: As a master of capturing the local color of the Western states and territories, Brett Harte is usually cited alongside Mark Twain himself. In fact, there is a town in the gold country today called Twainharte, named for both of them. Unfortunately, the plot of this movie does not do justice to The Outcasts of Poker Flats. Harte's story pitted the Outcasts against the elements, and the elements won. As obnoxious as Thomas Milian is, he is not as fearsome as severe winter storms. The baby portion of the story is a little stronger, and is more in the spirit of the source material, but the love angle between Teste and Frederick generates no heat at all. This spaghetti western is not just a failure at capturing the flavor of Bret Harte, but also fails to capture the flavor of the American West. Nor does it do a very good job at the western genre in general. The pace is glacial and there is virtually no action. There is a fairly bloody shootout at the beginning of the film, and then very little gunplay after that. Furthermore, there is no good guy. Westerns were, after all, morality plays with easily distinguishable heroes and villains. You only needed to check the hat colors to be sure, but it was pretty obvious who the good guys were. In this story, nobody. |
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Sidebar:
Lynne Frederick was married to Peter Sellers, but rebuked by his family as a gold digger. She was only 20 when she made this film, and still only 22 when she married 51-year-old Peter Sellers. She was still with him three years later, when he died the day before her 26th birthday. If she was a gold-digger, she was a successful one. She received almost every last penny of Sellers's estate. Within an astonishingly quick six months of Peter's death, his grieving widow was consoled by another marriage to another successful older man, the famous TV interviewer and satirist David Frost. That one didn't take at all. They divorced the next year. A very heavy drinker, Lynne died while still in her 30s, of ... er ... natural causes. (An autopsy failed to determine the cause of death.) |
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