Day of Anger

Day of Anger (1967) is considered a top 20 by most fans and critics. I definitely agree this is a great SW movie with good music and acting by Lee Van Cleef, and Gemma. The story is great about a simple man with dreams to have respect and to own his own colt, but unfortunately Scott Mary (Gemma) is treated like dirt by the townspeople of Clifton and verbally and physically abused and it is a revenge style theme about a man name Talby (Van Cleef), who gets out of jail and goes to collect 50,000 from Wild Jack, who in return was lied and double crossed by some of the good old folks of Clifton so Talby goes to collect and helps mentor Scott, who becomes a side kick. It all changes when Talby kills someone close to Scott and then he gets a reality check and faces off with his mentor. Movie is overall fast paced with good action and story.

As was so often the case, the only thing that lets this spaghetti western down is the atrocious dubbing. Otherwise Tonino Valerii's "Day of Anger" is a remarkably fine and suitably violent addition to the genre with Giuliano Gemma's garbage-boy being taught the art of gun-figting by gunslinger Lee Van Cleef. The setting is one of those corrupt western towns where almost everyone's a villain so when they get their come-uppence you can't help but feel a degree of satisfaction.

Van Cleef may not be much of an actor but he had real star presence and he's at his best here. It's harder to judge Gemma's performance since it's not his voice we are hearing but he was certainly photogenic and handles the role with aplomb. Enzo Serafin was responsible for the superb widescreen cinematography, (it was shot in Spain), and, perhaps not surprisingly, the film has built up something of a cult reputation.

Lee Van Cleef rides into town and befriends the local stableboy.

The plot nominally revolves around Lee Van Cleef collecting on an old debt, with the help of the stableboy, Scott, as his protege.

There's plenty of excellent killing over the course of 90 minutes.

Excellent chemistry between Van Cleef and Scott. Lots of crooked townspeople. A rousing musical score. And an excellent final showdown.

But the coolest part of the movie has gotta be the duel between Van Cleef and some hired killer. It's like a throwback to medieval times and I'm almost certain there's nothing like it in western movies.

Nothing here you haven't seen before if you're a fan of Italian westerns, but DAY OF ANGER develops its plot and characters carefully, keeping you on the edge of your seat throughout. Van Cleef is terrific--this is surely one of his finest moments--yet he's matched stride-for-stride by Giuliano Gemma and the rest of the cast, with solid performances from many bit players. The direction and camera work are first rate, also. It may fall just short of Leone and the first Django movie, but it's still a first-rate spaghetti western.

One of my favorite teen memories surrounds the film "Day of Anger." I saw it at the El Rey Theatre in Walnut Creek, California in 1972 as part of a double feature with "Superfly." Don't ask me how that match-up was booked, but I went with a couple of friends and thanks to the new release paired with it, the place was nearly packed. Old school singleplex with 1000 or so seats. Everyone was hushed and into the story until Lee Van Cleef stomped into the scraggly bar in the scraggly village, banged on the wooden plank serving as the bar and demanded: "Get me Wild Jack!" For a moment the theater remained hushed. Then, from a few rows behind us, a guy yelled out "WILD JACK! What kinda name is that?" Suddenly taken by the over-the-top melodrama, the crowd turned the whole experience on its end and started howling at what now seemed to be a self-referential satire on the spaghetti western genre. Of course I didn't think in such high-falutin' terminology at the time, I just thought it was funny. With all due respect to serious aficianados of the genre, it was just one fun night. One of the guys I went with suggested that we go back and repeat the astonished "WILD JACK!" comment the next night, but we figured, I think rightly, that you had to be there, it was a one shot thing, with perfect timing that had us laughing too hard to take it seriously when poor Scott Mary finally had his day in the sun and finished off his mentor while reciting the final rule of the gunfighter.