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Aside from the novelty of seeing Roger Moore (as a half-Sicilian!) and Stacy Keach, there really isn't much of interest here. It's mostly people talking - all dubbed. Even Moore and Keach are dubbed! (Using their own voices, which leads to a weird effect) There are a few not-bad chase sequences, but there's a sloppiness to them, as there is to the entire production; this movie really screams, "Italians made this." Bobbing cameras, slightly blurred photography, uses of a zoom lens is more than enough evidence for that. Only for people into Italian cinema of this genre.

This is really a movie which has lost its interest by the time. The actors just seem to drive around like in a mediocre American police-serial. When people are shot, it is by a killer who appears and disappears and is everywhere. When there is a pursuit on the road, by accident three big trucks try to drive Stacey Keach from the road. I prefer Mannix or Kojak. The mafia is typical but described without any details or exactitude. The story has no point and nobody could believe it. Roger Moore is not only a lawyer, he must be also something as an SAS-agent capable of killing any professional killer. Who believes that?

Disjointed gangster film that specializes in pointless "destruction of property" scenes. Roger Moore is badly miscast; he clearly looks uncomfortable to be in an Italian crime movie, and he shows none of his usual flair. Don't go out of your way to see this one. (*1/2)

Back in the 70s everything was possible; - just ask Sir Roger Moore! Shooting a down & dirty Italian mafia/gangster exploitation thriller in between two major James Bond productions? Sure, why not! In "Street People", the über-British Moore supposedly plays a half-Sicilian counsellor based in San Francisco. If you can believe that, the rest of the overly silly, far-fetched and pointlessly convoluted plot shouldn't be too difficult to accept, neither. The opening sequences are impressive, for certain. In the San Franciscan harbor, a massive Jesus' cross arrives in a container from Sicily. It's a gift to the local church, by the former mafia don Salvatore Francesco, but it turns out the hollowed cross was stuffed with heroin and three innocent harbor workers were killed during unloading. Furious over the accusation that the supposedly unaware Salvatore abuses the church to smuggle drugs into America, he assigns his nephew Ulisse to investigate who organized the drug-transport. Ulisse, at his turn, calls in the help of his buddy Charlie, who's a totally reckless and unscrupulous race car driver and thrill seeker. During their search, many double-crossings and nasty family secrets come to the surface, though.

The script of "Street People" (aka "The Man from the Organization" and about half a dozen other alternate titles) seriously lacks structure and coherence, but it also contains many clever little ideas and a handful of near-genius action sequences. I agree with what most reviewers mentioned already, namely that Stacy Keach steals the show as the pleasantly deranged Charlie. The "test drive" scene is unforgettable and there's another very spectacular and insane chase sequence with colossal trucks towards the climax. During this chase, you can clearly spot that the stunt drivers don't nearly resemble Roger Moore and Stacy Keach, but who cares? The flashback footage to Sicily in the 1930s is so exaggeratedly melodramatic, due to the slow-motion filming and the harrowing music, that it almost becomes hilarious!

Roger Moore and Stacey Keach star in this Italian-American co-production, and try to be the Martin and Lewis of 70's crime exploitation cinema. The rigor mortis of Roger Moore was never more noticeable as it is here, playing the straight man next to the Keach's easygoing rouge. It's a rather stale exploitation film, with the typical one liners, car chases, shoot outs, and gratuitously bad dubbing of the Italian actors. The film does have one great highlight when Keach takes a gangster's car for a test drive, and in hair-raising fashion, wrecks it through the streets of San Francisco. Unfortunately, it all doesn't work- the comedy isn't funny enough, neither Keach or Moore are particularly convincing (especially Moore, who is as dry as a desert), the violence and stuntwork is middling, the story isn't very engaging, and the ending is painfully banal. There may be just enough `so bad it's good' work that 70's exploitation fans may be entertained, but no one would call it great.

Just to give an idea what you're in for- in the finale, Keach (as Charlie) hides some dope in cans of powdered milk, stashed in the trunk of his car. Moore, to keep him out of trouble, pushes the car over a cliff and says, `It was only powdered milk, wasn't it Charlie? And, what's the use of crying over powdered milk?' You may now groan if you aren't already.