George
Hilton uses a machine gun disguised as a sewing machine to spring a Mexican freedom
fighter from a firing squad. Hilton
creates a diversion by swapping out the candles on a birthday cake with
dynamite. If you can’t already tell,
this movie is pretty awesome, even if it has a long and unwieldy title. (The way Hilton and the prisoner reluctantly
agree to terms while casually gunning down soldiers is also very funny.) Hilton eventually decides to find some missing
jewels for his newfound friend, who hopes they will help fund his revolution.
Heads I Kill You, Tails… You’re Dead: They
Call Me Halleluja is a fun Spaghetti Western chockful of inventive scenes. Among them:
Hilton performing impromptu surgery with a corkscrew, spiking the bad
guys' chow with laxative to save a nun from getting stung by a scorpion, and a
part where a Russian soldier guns down a bunch of surly cowpokes with a guitar
equipped with a small cannon. Despite
the title, the actual quote Hilton says in the movie is "Heads you die,
tails I kill you!", but oh well.
All
of this is highly entertaining for the most part. It begins to lose some of its charm once
Hilton joins up with the Russian guy, mostly because he’s no match for Hilton’s
considerable charisma. It also begins to
run out of steam once it enters the finale. The last act lacks the invention of the first
hour or so, but it remains a memorable and enjoyable Spaghetti Western for fans
of the genre.
AKA: Guns for Dollars. AKA:
Deep West. AKA: They Call Me Hallelujah.
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