The Four of the Apocalypse...

Utah, 1873. A young card-sharp named Stubby Preston arrives in a small town called Salt Flat. On his arrival, the town sheriff (Donald O'Brien) throws him in jail with 3 petty criminals - a pregnant prostitute (Frederick), a hopeless drunk (Pollard) and a mad black slave (Baird). That night, KKK-masked gunmen wipe out most of the town, and the next night, the four are put on a cart and forced out of town, into the bandit-filled wilds. One such bandit (Tomas Milian) forces himself upon the group, soon revealing himself to be a wicked sadist. After kneecapping Pollard, raping Frederick and torturing the other two, Testi swears revenge if he is left alive. Milian heads off, and the four characters set out to follow their dreams and destinies - in Testi's case, a slow, violent death for the bandit...

This unusual, horror-tinged effort suffers from slow pace and some awful music ballads, as well as Frederick phony Transatlantic accent. Where it does score highly, is in the 'feel' of the film. Sergio Salvati's photography is superb, and really presents the Old West as a desolate wasteland where only the most ruthless will survive. Also, Milian's villain is superbly evil, and there are some excellent action sequences, such as the opening purge of the town, and Testi's score-settle.

Some of the violence is truly shocking, and all prints of the film were cut down - Milian gouging into a man's stomach with a knife after pinning a sheriff's badge into his chest (commonly seen in stills), and some of Frederick's harrowing rape ordeal.

Don't get the Swedish Sun Video entitled 'CHACO' - it's heavily cut down. This version misses out some gory bullet-hits at the start, much of Milian's torturous antics (including him stamping Testi's testicles), and Testi cutting Milian's face open with a razor. The most complete version available at present (though it still misses out the pre-studio cuts described above), is the Japanese AT International tape.

Even with what does remain, it's a nihilistic, grim piece of work, and remains one of the most violent of the Spagwests. It's a shame that Fulci, after this and the excellent MASSACRE TIME, would disgrace himself with his third western effort, the limp SILVERSADDLE.

This movie, about four petty criminals - three men and a pregnant woman - who wander through the trackless terrain of Utah, is an okay spaghetti-western movie.

I really like the story. It is not complex, but it is about a friendship that develops out of nowhere. The movie has some sweet and sad moments and the characters are likable while the locations and props strengthen the visuals and genre. However, it is flawed. It is very slow, making it slightly boring sometimes, and the editing is inconsistent, I think. Although the characters are likable, the actors are not the best. Their performances can feel a bit melodramatic at times, and it rarely gets impressive overall.

In conclusion, despite an interesting story about an unlikely friendship, this movie is hampered by slow pacing, inconsistent editing, and melodramatic acting. While the visuals and likable characters offer some redeeming qualities, they cannot overcome the overall mediocrity.

Four lowly criminals that meet in jail; card shark Stubby, pregnant prostitute Bunny, a drunk Clem and the loony Bud manage to escape a vigilante slaughter of the town they were in and end up on a rugged journey in the open frontier. They soon encounter the Chaco, but after helping them out. He soon turns on them, with his sadistic habits coming through and they find themselves at the other end of it. After raping Bunny, Stubby's increasing feelings for her, makes him vow vengeance on Chaco.

Apocalyptic to-right! This cruel, sparse and bleakly nightmarish spaghetti western from Italian maestro Lucio Fulci is one uncompromising trek, where four unique individuals end up guiding us. The episodic screenplay pulls you along for one emotionally domineering and pain-filled excursion into the souls of four (very ordinary) characters longing to make something important from their lives, especially after what they've been through… together. This destiny-bound aspect and redemption angle takes over the odd story, where these rag-tag characters are flung around in manipulative sense and realistically drawn up with rich, quirky and sullen details. It tries to be a passionate and diverse character story, and this makes it one interesting and downright original crack at the flooded sub-genre. I see mentioned a bit, Why's apocalypse in the title? I see this as a reference towards the characters' and their final outcomes. Hope just seems to fade off their faces, after one degrading, macabre and tragic situation after another in a reprehensibly desolate land that can easily break you and take away the things you hold close. Everything that was significant is stripped away, which leaves only one thing on mind for one character… revenge. Tomas Milan's scummy character is the main tool of that torturous downfall.

Fulci is one never to shy away from something in your face, and this one has no boundaries to its depressing nature, relentless violence and unsparingly gritty landscape. His patiently accomplished and pastel direction can feel plodded, but he gracefully lenses it with gusto and the up-close and personal framing illustrates many moody sequences. He knows how to depict haunting images, rough landscape and brutal carnage to fit right in with the film's material and destination. Despite a pretty bumpy rhythm, Fulci keeps it tight and ominous for most part. The opening scenes set the appropriate tone of what's to come and even a slight sense of surrealism. It's technically, a good job. The open and breezy ballad folk soundtrack is a complete delight and gels into the presentation nicely. Performances from the main four are sensitively brought across with a compelling rapport. Fabio Testi's strong performance all round carriers the film. Lynne Frederick is beautifully touching. Michael J. Pollard's screwy town drunk amuses and Harry Baird is fine as the loony black slave. Competing with Testi's performance has got to be the memorably brooding performance of Tomas Milan. He chews up the scenery in what few sequences he does get, as the pitilessly striking bandit Chaco.

The sub-genre was coming to an end, and while Fulci's effort was very late to the fodder. He manages to craft Gothic-laced spaghetti western that has heart within its narrative and guts found in the visuals.

I appreciate the DVD for this film very much. It seems that the original American version was not the same as the Italian release. So, in this restoration, the missing bits have been added. But, since it was so many years later that it was reassembled, the new portions have captions--not dubbed like the rest of the film. Some may dislike this, but I like that you can note what was and wasn't in the original release.

The film begins with four small-time misfits sharing a jail cell--a gambler (Fabio Testi), a pregnant prostitute (Lynne Frederick), a drunk (Michael J. Pollard) and a crazy man (Harry Baird). They are eventually thrown out of town and find themselves in the inhospitable countryside. Considering how hot and dry it is, it seems that their troubles MAY be over when they meet up with a hippie-esque guy named Chaco (Tomas Milian). Chaco is amazing with the gun and soon they have plenty to eat and they have every reason to be happy. But the gambler seems to reserve his judgment here--and soon you learn it's for good reason. Chaco is a maniac--and he soon begins terrorizing them and quickly kills a posse looking for him. Now, all trussed up, the three friends can only sit back when Chaco rapes the lady. He then leaves them to die--without horses and in the middle of nowhere. What's next? Well, watch the film--as there's a lot more to follow in this odd little Italian western.

Although I enjoyed this film, it had a very sloppy quality about the film. Continuity was often a problem. In one case, it's warm and they're in a desert when a woman goes into labor--suddenly they're in a snow-filled town! Also, the women appears through most of the film to be, at most, 4-5 months pregnant--then gives birth to a healthy baby. It's also NOT a film for kid--with lots of blood, rape, unintentional cannibalism and more! The thing that bothered me most, however, was the awful hippie-style music with the dreadful singing--very sappy and very 1970s.

But there also was quite a bit to like. The film, at times, had some real heart. I liked the portion set in the mining town--the miners were great characters and offered a nice contrast to all the violence early in the film. Also, the character development of several in the film (such as the gambler and the drunk) was nice--very nice. An oddly moving film that, with a bit of editing and cleanup, could have been a classic.

By the way, I did think it was odd that the western began in a lawless town in Utah. I am sure there were some, but considering Utah was mostly filled with Mormons at that time, this did seem a bit unlikely. Also, the prostitute (Lynne Frederick) was once married to Peter Sellers as well as David Frost. This beautiful lady died very, very young--apparently from the effects of drugs and alcohol.

I'm a fan of Fulci's work but until now had only ever seen the splatter movies from his mid- to-late career. On the basis of this, I will dig deeper and check out more of his earlier films.

This is a very strange Western, beautifully shot with a bizarre psychedelic score. Performances are good, theatrical and a little overblown (the dubbing never helps), but they fit well within this unusual morality play.

The film is loaded with symbolism, concerned with themes of birth, death and redemption. Fulci was an artful director when he wanted to be, but never concerned himself with linear plots. The story here is easier to follow, but takes an interesting turn towards the end when Stubby and Bunny find the town populated by men. Pacing up to this point was sharp, but here things did drag a little.

There are some well-handled action sequences, a little hard-boiled violence (but leagues away from the incredible sadism of something like 'New York Ripper') and some humorous touches, mainly provided by the character of Clem, the town drunk. The whole thing has an acid-fried feel that's a bit redolent of Jodorowsky.

Worthy of repeated viewings and further study. The conventions of the Western have provided a great canvas for many auteurs - Fulci makes the most of stock characters and visual cues, imbuing them with all the sub-text he wanted to get across.

I'll definitely check out 'Massacre Time' after this. Anyone who's been bored or insulted by the director's later stuff like 'Voices From Beyond' should watch this and see the full breadth of the grumpy old feller's ability.