Land of the minor tour… The Devil’s Men (1976)

You can’t really go wrong with Peter Cushing, so expressively constrained he carries menace or blessed determination with him as two sides of an innately-intense dichotomy that makes him compel even in the mildest of films. So powerful is the Cushing aura that it even works over a distance of forty years and, as recently seen, in CGI form.

In this film, also known as Land of the Minotaur,  he is let down by a pedestrian script and some reptilian directing from Kostas Karagiannis even though there is still plenty to entertain. The screen is as sun-bleached as the parched locations and the pace a strength-sapping climb in arid Grecian hills but events are enlivened by an interesting electronic score from Brian Eno as well as the tight-fit presence of Luan Peters.

Donald Pleasence and the magnificent Luan Peters

There is also lovely Donald Pleasence whose sure step on characterisation as the fearless Father Roche is threatened though not quite undermined by his struggle with an accent of Irish.

A couple of western tourists have vanished under mysterious circumstances… well, mysterious to the Father but we’ve already seen their ritual slaughter before the title credits, as mysteries go this is more Columbo than Murder She Wrote. The priest is convinced it’s the return of an ancient evil and, unable to trust the local police - Fernando Bislamis is great as Sgt Vendris: an officer with so many things on his mind… calls on a favour from an old friend.

 Jane Lyle and Kostas Karagiorgis

Now working as a cool private eye in New York City, Milo (Kostas Karagiorgis) is found frolicking with his American girlfriend played by elfin Jane Lyle – this film is not going to let the audience down on looks, if nothing else. Milo is quickly established as a kind of younger and more hairy Kojak with a world-weary reluctance to either conform or be gullible. He respects his old friend’s beliefs but he is expecting routine human evil and not the supernatural ravings of father Roche. He’ll learn… we fully expect.

Vanna Reville, Nikos Verlekis and Donald

More people unwilling to head Roche’s dire warnings are a likeable group of archaeologists who have returned to the area to investigate the possibility of an ancient temple beneath a Greek temple. They arrive in a convincing combi-van but sadly their accents fail to match: I’m not sure if Beth (Vanna Reville also known as the Italian popstar Gelsomina) is actually meant to be an Aussie but, ultra-tight (very) hot-pants aside, she could easily be more Surrey than Sydney. Her boyfriend Ian (Nikos Verlekis) is dubbed… and clearly not by anyone south of Sussex whilst their pal Tom (Robert Behling) is supposed to be an American but he – or at least his voice artist - doesn’t say too much.

They present Father Roche with an old ring with the image of a Minotaur cast on it but he tries to put them off investigating the location where it was found: there’s danger there he knows it.

Will they listen? Will they heck… Off they scoot in the mystery machine and set up camp on the edge of a foreboding walled town up in the mountains… The following Beth takes the combi and her short-shorts into the village to buy some provisions. She is briefly held spellbound by a strange child in the store, whilst her pants have a similar effect on male shoppers.

Outside, struggling with her shopping and her mighty mid-seventies platform shoes, she meets an even stranger presence in the form of Baron Corofax (Peter Cushing) who charms her immediately with his serpentine stare and easy charm. Cushing conveys so much evil intent even as he smiles at the young woman casting his eyes heavenward as if in challenge to his master’s ultimate enemy. The Baron presents as trustworthy old money but all his chivalry is masking something unpleasant and as Beth smiles sweetly in her suddenly vulnerable hipster clothing we know she’s in for trouble.

The Baron, the kombi-van and the shorts...

By the time Beth returns to the camp, the boys have gone having found, in relatively short order, the secret entrance in the ruins to the cave of the Mintoaur cult along with the bodies of the last two victims. The monster appears – a statue breathing flmes out fo its nostrils… and their reaction shot says it all. Beth goes looking for them and naturally asks the Baron for help… which, of course, is the last place to start.

Cut to someone new as another jet brings in Laurie Gordon (Luan Peters) in search of her missing boyfriend… she joins the priest and the private eye and the three drive out to the mysterious town where the young white couples have gone a-missing. There’s a bit of funny about Milo’s driving – New York minutes past too fast for Father Roche and soon they are mingling with the sinister villages, their something to hide attitudes clear for all to see.

Donald, Luan and Kostas

The Sergeant tries to fend them off but there’s a middle-aged woman with something to tell them but… not here… come to my house… later.

The trio stay at the local inn – home to the starey-eyed girl and her nervous father. It’s been a long dusty trip and so, hooray, Laurie decides to have a bath! This is good news for so many men of my age and the sight of Luan Peters in bubble-bath is not at all gratuitous as it allows the director to illustrate her vulnerability, which is, after all, next to clenliness… a window creaks and hooded faces look through, seven levels of moral perversions on their mind. Milo arrives to find Laurie fainted and steadfastly refuses to believe her story… got to string this one out a little further.

The next day they locate the entrance at the temple and discover the hidden subterranean lair of the Mintaur and its followers… There’s something a foot although Milo refuses to believe Roche’s religious rationale wilst I’m surprised either is capable of reason in the presence of Laurie’s spray-on white jeans and her seemingly-impossible relationship to gravity.

So, in the interests of plot exposition, perhaps it’s a good thing that Laurie is next to vanish, carelessly left behind as the players align and this all boils down to a battle between the Baron and the Priest and Milo’s humanistic brute force against the hooded hoards’ pagan force.

The fearless Minotaur cult hunters

There can be no spoilers only to say that short-shorts may distract the male eye but say more about the fragility of normalised fashions in the face of ancient horrors: some may yet live and some will die but I couldn’t possibly reveal who… I have to leave some mysteries for the film to unfold.

Dusty Verdict: The Devil’s Men is worth a look for sunshine, Luan and the two old masters but the story is a little lacking in impact. Almost every move is telegraphed from Milo’s hackneyed Greco-Manhatten attitudes to the inevitability of those sacrificed and even those saved.

Kostas Karagiannis directs with a deliberate hand and, whilst there are some good moments, these are never sustained and in the end everything is a just little too neat. Cushing and Pleasence do their best but there’s precious little for Luan to do other than scream, take a bath and wear the most outrageously tight white trousers, whilst Kostas Karagiorgis fires off one liners with as little effect as his bullets against the Minotaur’s followers.

Donald Pleasence

Eno’s anxious ambience is however impressive throughout and promises mystery and unease the narrative fails to deliver. It is supplemented by a more conventional title song from Karl Jenkins who was a member of late-period jazz-proggers Soft Machine and later went on to huge success with modern orchestral easy listening.Eno has never stopped striving and remains an interesting artist to this day.

The Devil’s Men is available on DVD from all the usual sources.

The Wild West…. Freelance (1971)

Another one in my series of Luan Peters films and one in which she was largely cut from, of which more later…

This was a tough crime caper movie released after Get Carter (just) and Man of Violence and helping to pave the way for seventies Brit-noir and, even on the telly, The Sweeney to come. You can even see elements of Sexy Beast especially as both films feature the hard-bitten and almost ageless Ian McShane.

For all the floral psychedelia of the late sixties, Britain was a hard place and by the seventies tough times were upon us and the tough got going in films like this one.  Freelance treads the fine line between hero and anti-hero as the three-day week beckoned, black outs began and we all got a lot more time off school than we expected. Happy days at Junior School but more alarming in the adult world as the post-war dream faded to grey…

Delectable Hunnicutt

Ian McShane’s Mitch is a character who reckons he’s got it all sorted out… Mitch keep house with a rather elegant model girlfriend, Chris (the delectable Gayle Hunnicutt) but aside from their modern-art and conspicuous elegant consumption, he has fingers in many pies. The film starts with his supplying some sweaty-staring middle-aged aficionados, what they sued to call a stg film. It does the trick and there’s a little more to keep him in the lifestyle he is accustomed.

But he has bigger fish to fry as he sets up a wealthy foreign businessman to deliver him funds on the pretence of a defence contract…

The genuinely great Alan Lake

Before all this there’s an unfortunate events in which local enforcer, Dean (Alan Lake) administering a punishment beating to one of his bosses creditors. Instinctively, seeing only a young man beating up an older one, Mitch wants to intervene and chase Dean until he realises that a) he knows him and b) he’s not hard enough to do anything about it.

He shrugs off this moral quandary after meeting an attractive blonde named Rosemary (the lovely Luan Peters), staggering under the weight of too many coffees for co-workers. He follows her teetering off – one for later? – even in the middle of his troubles, Mitch always has time for distraction.

Ian and Luan talk over coffee

But things are about to get serious when Dean reports back to his boss, Peter Gilmore, who insists he “deal” with the man who recognised him in the attack. Dean is not inhumane and argues that Mitch will keep quiet but the boss is less certain and maybe he needs to test his hit man’s loyalty.

Meanwhile for Mitch, life looks swell and he needs to celebrate with his best mate and partner in crime, Gary (Keith Barron). Cut to a cut scene which features them frolicking with Rosemary… it’s not quite a threesome as there is turn taking but still understandably risqué. The seventies eh?

Keth and Ian in a proper ale house

And all this whilst he’s got Chris as home… but Mitch is not without morality and he’s constantly fretting over whether to report what he’d seen to the police. Things soon become moot as he spots Dean about to intercept a meeting with one of his marks: he’s been trailed and that can only be bad news.

Cue, Mitch on the run trying to avoid his would be assassin through rooftop chases and along the roads of Westbourne Grove. He takes up an offer from Chris’ wealthy pal Jeff (Peter Birrel) to take an actual job that comes with a new flat but he soon realises that he can’t outrun his fate and hatches a plan that might just set him free…

Peter Gilmore and Alan Lake: the Boss ain't 'appy!

What will success bring for Mitch, as he proves increasingly resourceful and adaptive, is he beginning to turn into the kind of man he is trying to escape from?

Dusty verdict: Freelance does not have the style or story-strength of Get Carter but it is an enjoyable and hard-hitting film all the same.

Francis Megahy’s direction is pacey and features some fascinating location shooting around Notting Hill and Westbourne Grove – so many of the buildings remain in an area that is now decades beyond gentrification.

Keith Barron and Gayle Hunnicutt are little more than foils for the excellent McShane but both do well with what they have. Alan Lake is also a much-underrated actor and is menacing whilst also being sympathetic. But it’s McShane’s show and merely the second decade of his amazing career.

Freelance is hard to find and not available on DVD as far as I can see… better hold onto my VHS then!