So, the other day across the river I'm sitting at a red and in the next lane in a purple '95 neon is a dead-wringer for Bill Pullman in Ruthless People with a bleached blond 'do and dark roots (+ mustache) chomping on a wad of gum. On the other end of the spectrum we have the hero of this movie, whose manages to pull off this same look but maintains a studly aura. I mean, he's talking on a communal phone in a ratshit hotel and even I would let him buy me a drink.
The Cynic, the Rat and the Fist (don't ask me who is who - all I could figure is that our hero, ex-police inspector Tanzi, is probably the Fist) is a pretty tight poliziotteschi. No languid scenes, no romance: just straight, gritty action. In this one, Tanzi's life in danger when the sleazeball he testified against in court (inexplicably nicknamed The Chinaman - he's not Chinese) is released. To get rid of him, Tanzi plays him off against a more powerful criminal organization, lead by an Italian-American mafioso, played by David Sawyer (who is one of those "hey, it's that guy" actors). Dubbed, yeah, but the dialogue is excellent with lots of hilarious, well-translated lines.
Being female, I always pity the women in these flicks. They try weakly and unsuccessfully to outsmart the more powerful male characters and always lose out and are punished physically for it, typically by getting punched in the breasts or shot in the groin.
Yes, my dvd has Greek subtitles, you wanna make something of it?
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