The No Mercy Man

Daniel Vance's delightfully dingy B-actioner, 'The No Mercy Man' (1973) is a righteously retrograde trip into sleazoid revenge, and for the life of me I can't understand why this heroically unvarnished heft of spleen-spirited, morally unchained, deliciously dunderheaded, Drive-in shunt-kickery isn't boisterously name-checked more often than it is!!! Where were these so-called arbiters of B-Movie bad taste to initially fast-track me to this double-barrelled hootenanny of grindhouse fun? But, as they say, if you want something done you do it yourself, which is precisely what brawny, bellicose badass, Steve Sandor does most effectively in 'The No Mercy Man'. Big lug Ollie Hand (Steve Sandor) returns to his family ranch from the killing fields of 'Nam armed with a nasty, B-movie case of the battle crazies, and his fragile, hair-trigger psyche is about to take another calamitous cluster-funk; as a group of opportunistic carny reprobates, led by the towering Prophet (Rockne Tarkington) began an ill considered sortie on the Sandor homestead, only to find themselves riotously repelled by Sandor's dog-faced, gun-happy pappy! And it is this most meagre umbilicus from whence this gloriously trashy movie's gleefully vengeful, 'Kill 'Em All' narrative draws its most bloody nutriment! Right on!